to make war on any foreign nation by invading its possessions; provided only that this be done under pretext of some claim of title to those possessions.

IV. The Militia of the States, called into service as volunteers, may be employed by the President in prosecuting wars of invasion and foreign conquest.

V. The President shall have authority to govern, in complete sovereignty, any territory, province or place, taken and occupied by the military forces of the United States, and in such manner as he may see fit.

VI. In any port or place, taken and oc

SPIRIT mild of mystic slumber,
Now with wizard spell lay by,
Galling cares and loads that cumber,
Soothing sense and sealing eye.
Come in blue and starry mantle,

Wave thy downy-feathered wing,
Wave with touch all soft and gentle,
Dewy o'er each living thing-
Brains with thought in hot toil throbbing,

Lids by light long filled and pained,
Hearts o'ercome for joy or sobbing,
Nerves in ease or toil o'erstrained.

Come with lull of brooklets flowing,
Lonely break of distant seas,
Rain-drops, wind, or late herds lowing,
Lisping leaves or humming bees.
Come with scent of piny highlands,
Or palm grove of spicy zone;
Come with breath of summer islands,
Whence the evening winds have blown.

Come with raven hair rich braiden,

From the moonshine's watery beamsHush my couch, sky-hovering maiden Sing me all thy happiest dreams. Dreams through cloudy gateways fading, To a high and beauteous climeDazzling vistas faint foreshading,

Scenes beyond the scenes of time. For in thy sweet hand are given

All the treasures of the nightKeys that ope the doors of heaven

On the wearied, earth-worn sight. Come, Eve's bed with bright flowers wreathing,

While thick dusk the East-land fills, Stay till sweet Morn's breath o'erbreathing

Wake to life the warbling hills.

From the Orient, tireless rover,

Dark behind the shadowed sun,

Thou long realms hast wandered over,
And their daily works are done.
Caravans in deserts tenting,

Men in cot or bustling town,
Prayerless, or the past repenting,

Vexed or calm have laid them down.

Thou hast walked the princely palace, Feast, and dance, and bridal-train; Sweetened Sorrow's bitter chalice; Smoothed the bed for limbs of pain ;

Stilled the feet in silken chamber; Won fair children from their play, Birds that wing, or beasts that clamber Air or steep as free as they.

Thou hast roamed o'er savage ridges,

Where great streams their wells inurn; Listening, paced earth's utmost edges,

Where no fires on hearth-stones burn.

Blessings thine reach all God's creatures,

High or humble, wild or tame ; Shiftless Fortune changes features,

Thou, sweet friend, art still the same.

Dove of Peace, pure virtue serving,
Bride unwooed to sinless heart,
Ne'er may bosom undeserving
Buy with wealth, or win by art.

MARY.

SWEET, simple tenderness of tone,
That dearest English name doth hold,
Bringing rich peaceful feelings flown

And fair young fancies fresh from old,
Like flocks to the heart's evening fold.

Now low and lulling steals the sound,
Like summer brooklet's busy trill,
Or waters warbling under ground
When fields in slumbering noon are
still,

And peace sweet nature's heart doth fill.

Now soft the gush as falling snow,

Or shower where rainy April shines, Or small birds' chaunt, which faint winds blow

At sundown through a ridge of pines,
And earth with heaven in one combines.

A type of loving earnestness,

Of gentle soul and faithful eyes,
And beauty born to win and bless,
Within that pensive music lies,
That tells the heart its synpthies.

A pledge of sinlessness and youth-
An earthly form that whispers heaven,
In art ess looks and virgin truth,

In all the grace to woman given-
To draw us whence our sin hath dri.

ven.

A glimpse of one the heart would strain
To its fond self till self it grew—
A face so full to sooth all pain,

To look each greeting or adieu,
And sun life's home its sojourn through.

These symbols dear are in thy name—
Thyself the substance all and more,
Which seeing who our choice could
blame?

That name and self in heart we store,
A prize to love and ponder o'er.

TO A GROUP OF CHILDREN.

SMALL men and women blossoming,
Types of a golden age,

Of Heaven's first children in their spring,
And Eden's heritage.

Ye seem new flown from some bright sphere,

On earth a while to play;

I hark your airy tones, and fear,
Sudden ye soar away.

Yet human shapes, so fair, so young,
Sweet Grace untrained of art,
God's language fills each warbling tongue,
His smile each face and heart.

And smiles on all your bright hearts shed,
And love they every one.
There doubt no cold distrust hath bred,

Nor dimmed Hope's morning sun.

Ye've learned not yet 'tis all unwise,

Your whole sweet selves to show;
Untaught that prudence is disguise,
Ye tell all truth ye know.

Pure ones, your feelings all unfeigned,
Your souls untouched by time,
Ye keep first innocence unstained,
First simple faith sublime.

Such once the holy Saviour blessed,

For such in heaven he knew ; And they are greatest, wisest, best, Who most resemble you.

I fain would take you to my heart,
With full and strong caress,
So life's dry springs one gush might start.
Of former blessedness.

Ah go, sweet forms, like sunbeams bright,

Ye've crossed my pathway o'er! My heart shall treasure long that light Mine eyes will meet no more.