But this it was that made me move When mighty love would cleave in twain But I remained, whose hopes were dim, Where all things round me breathed of him. O friendship, equal-poised control, O heart, with kindliest motion warm, O sacred essence, other form, O solemn ghost, O crownèd soul ! Yet none could better know than I I felt and feel, though left alone, His being working in mine own, The footseps of his life in mine. My pulses therefore beat again For other friends that once I met; The mighty hopes that make us men. I woo your love: I count it crime That out of distance might ensue Desire of nearness doubly sweet; And unto meeting when we meet, Delight a hundred-fold accrue. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; And dream my dream, and hold it true; FRED TENNYSON. a A BENEDICTION. OD'S love and peace be with thee, where Fair nature's book together read, The old wood-paths that knew our tread The maple shadows overhead The hills we climbed, the river seen By gleams along its deep ravine- If, then, a fervent wish for thee The sighing of a shaken reed— JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO A FRIEND. RUDDY drop of manly blood The world uncertain comes and goes, I fancied he was fled And, after many a year, Glowed unexhausted kindliness, Like daily sunrise there. My careful heart was free again; O friend, my bosom said, Through thee alone the sky is arched, Through thee the rose is red; All things through thee take nobler form And look beyond the earth; The mill-round of our fate appears A sun-path in thy worth. Me too thy nobleness has taught To master my despair; The fountains of my hidden life RALPH WALDO EMERSON JEWISH HYMN IN BABYLON. 'ER Judah's land thy thunders broke, O Lord! Even her foes wept to see her fallen state; And songs shall wake and dancing footsteps gleam Thy mercy, Lord, shall lead thy children home; Yet, ere he die, to Salem's streets shall come; .And Canaan's vines for us their fruit shall beat. And Hermon's bees their honeyed stores prepare, And we shall kneel again in thankful prayer, Where o'er the cherub-seated God full blazed the irradiate dome. The emerald mild, the ruby gay; Anne Hathaway; To shame bright gems, Anne hath a way. THE WIDOW'S WOOER. E woos me with those honeyed words He tells me that my face is fair, Too fair for grief to shade: My cheek, he says, was never meant He stands beside me, when I sing The songs of other days, And whispers, in love's thrilling tones, Some answering love to see- He little knows what thoughts awake With every gentle word; How, by his looks and tones, the founts Of tenderness are stirrel, The visions of my youth return, Joys far too bright to last ; And while he speaks of future bliss, I think but of the past. Like lamps in eastern sepulcnres, And, as those lamps, it brought once more So my soul's love is cold and dead, EMMA C. EMBURY. ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND. PEEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, When hearts, whose truth was proven, Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth. And I, who woke each morrow It should be mine to braid it Around thy faded brow; But I've in vain essayed it, And feel I cannot now. While memory bids me weep thee, The grief is fixed too deeply That mourns a man like thee. FITZ GREENE HALLECK. THE MEMORY OF THE HEART. Ftores of dry and learned lore we gain, We keep them in the memory of the brain; There is the common ledger for them all; Make slight impression, and are soon effaced. ROBIN ADAIR. HAT'S this dull town to me? Robin's not near He whom I wished to see, Wished for to hear; Where's all the joy and mirth Made life a heaven on earth, O, they're all fled with thee, Robin Adair! What made the assembly shine? Robin Adair : What made the ball so fine? Robin was there : What, when the play was o'er, Robin Adair ! NO TIME LIKE THE OLD TIME. 'HERE is no time like the old time, when you and I were young, When the buds of April blossomed, and the birds of springtime sung! The garden's brightest glories by summer suns are nursed, But, oh, the sweet, sweet violets, the flowers that opened first! There is no place like the old place where you and I were born! Where we lifted first our eyelids on the splendors of the morn, From the milk-white breast that warmed us, from the clinging arms that bore, Where the dear eyes glistened o'er us that will lock on us no more! There is no friend like the old friend who has shared our morning days, No greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise; Fame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold, But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets ir¦ every fold. There is no love like the old love that we courted in our pride; Though our leaves are falling, falling, and we're fading side by side, There are blossoms all around us with the colors of our dawn, And I sighed to think that the traitor love A year passed on, and again I stood Oh, well I knew what had dimmed ner eye The maid had forgotten her early song, And the stolen heart, like the gathered rose, EMMA C. EMBURY. AFTON WATER. LOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes; Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, And we live in borrowed sunshine when the light of Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds through the glen, day is gone. There are ro times like the old times-they shall never be forgot! There is no place like the old place-keep green the dear old spot! There are no friends like our old friends—may Heaven prolong their lives! There are no loves like our old loves-God bless our loving wives! THE MAIDEN SAT AT HER BUSY WHEEL. HE maiden sat at her busy wheel, Her heart was light and free, Her song was in mockery of love, "The gathered rose and the stolen heart Can charm but for a day." I looked on the maiden's rosy cheek, Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes ; |