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One day we feed upon their smiles, - the next
So strength first made a way ; Is spent in swearing, sorrowing, and repenting. Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honor, pleasure :
When almost all was out, God made a stay, Eve never walked in Paradise more pure Perceiving that alone, of all his treasure, Than on that morn when Satan played the devil
Rest in the bottom lay.
For if I should (said he)
Bestow this jewel also on my creature, The day she left him on the Ionian sea.
He would adore my gifts instead of me,
And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature : The serpent — loveliest in his coiled ring,
So both should losers be.
Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlessness : Its hues are brightest. Like an infant's breath Let him be rich and weary, that at least, Are tropic winds before the voice of death
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to my breast. Is heard upon the waters, summoning
The midnight earthquake from its sleep of years To do its task of woe. The clouds that fling
The lightning brighten ere the bolt appears ; The pantings of the warrior's heart are proud
ENIGMA. Upon that battle-morn whose night-dews wet his
THE LETTER “H." shroud; The sun is loveliest as he sinks to rest; 'Twas whispered in heaven, and muttered in hell,
The leaves of Autumn smile when fading fast; And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell ; The swan's last song is sweetest.
On the confines of earth 't was permitted to rest, FITZ-GREENE HALLECK. And the depths of the ocean its presenceconfessed;
’T was seen in the lightning, and heard in the
'T will be found in the spheres, when riven
'T was given to man with his earliest breath, Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower the Assists at his birth, and attends him in death ; proud ;
Presides o'er his happiness, honor, and health, Turn thy wild wheel through sunshine, storm, is the prop of his house, and the end of his wealth.
and cloud; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. It begins every hope, every wish it must bound, Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or
And though unassuming, with monarchs is
crowned. frown; With that wild wheel we go not up or down;
In the heaps of the miser 't is hoarded with care,
But is sure to be lost in his prodigal heir. Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.
Without it the soldier and sailor may roamt, Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands ; But woe to the wretch who expels it from home! Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands; In the whispers of conscience its voice will be found, For man is man and master of his fate.
Nor e'er in the whirlwind of passion be drowned.
It softens the heart; and, though deaf to the ear, Turn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd ; It will make it acutely and instantly hear. Thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud;
But in shade let it rest, like a delicate flower, – Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.
O, breathe on it softly; it dies in an hour.
FATHER LAND AND MOTHER TONGUE.
THE GIFTS OF GOD.
When God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, Let us (said he) pour on him all we can : Let the world's riches, which disperséd lie,
Contract into a span.
Our Father Land / and wouldst thou know
Why we should call it Father Land ?
Was made of earth by Nature's hand.
And he, our father made of earth,
The thought was small ; its issue great ; a wat Hath peopled earth on every hand;
fire on the hill ; And we, in memory of his birth,
It sheds its radiance far adown, and cheers Do call our country Father Land.
valley still ! At first in Eden's bowers, they say,
A nameless man, amid a crowd that thron; No sound of speech had Adam caught,
the daily mart, But whistled like a bird all day,
Let fall a word of Hope and Love, unstudi And maybe 't was for want of thought.
from the heart; But Nature, with resistless laws,
A whisper on the tumult thrown, - a transit Made Adam soon surpass the birds ;
breath, She gave him lovely Eve because
It raised a brother from the dust; it save If he'd a wife they must have words.
soul from death.
O germ ! O fount ! O word of love ! O thou And so the native land, I hold,
at random cast ! By male descent is proudly mine;
Ye were but little at the first, but mighty at The language, as the tale hath told,
last. Was given in the female line. And thus we see on either hand
We name our blessings whence they've sprung; We call our country Father Land,
RAIN ON THE ROOF. We call our language Mother Tongue.
When the showery vapors gather over all
starry spheres, And the melancholy darkness gently weeps
rainy tears, SMALL BEGINNINGS.
'T is a joy to press the pillow of a cottage cha
ber bed, A TRAVELLER through a dusty road strewed
And listen to the patter of the soft rain overhe: acorns on the lea; And one took root and sprouted up, and grew Every tinkle on the shingles has an echo ini into a tree.
heart, Love sought its shade, at evening time, to breathe And a thousand dreary fancies into busy bei its early vows;
start ; And age was pleased, in heats of noon, to bask And a thousand recollections weave their brię beneath its boughs ;
hues into woof, The dormouse loved its dangling twigs, the birds As I listen to the patter of the soft rain on the ro
sweet music bore ; It stood a glory in its place, a blessing evermore. There in fancy comes my mother, as she used
years agone, A little spring had lost its way amid the grass To survey the infant sleepers ere she left th and fern,
till the dawn. A passing stranger scooped a well, where weary I can see her bending o'er me, as I listen to 1 men might turn;
strain He walled it in, and hung with care a ladle at Which is played upon the shingles by the pat the brink ;
of the rain. He thought not of the deed he did, but judged that toil might drink.
Then my little seraph sister, with her wings a He passed again, and lo! the well, by summers waving hair, never dried,
And her bright-eyed cherub brother, Had cooled ten thousand parching tongues, and angelic pair, saved a life beside.
Glide around my wakeful pillow with their pra
or mild reproof, A dreamer dropped a random thought; 't was As I listen to the murmur of the soft rain on 1 oli, and yet ’t was new ;
roof. A simple fancy of the brain, but strong in being true.
And another comes to thrill me with her ey It shone upon a genial mind, and lo! its light delicious blue. became
I forget, as gazing on her, that her heart was A lamp of life, a beacon ray, a monitory flame.