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Ever prompting,-ever seeing
And, like man, to feel for Man!
What is noble? Is the saber
Truer than e'er pomp arrayed!
O'er the Forge's heat and ashes,
Each requirement of the hour;
Mid the dust, and speed, and clamor
Industry is not ashamed.
What is noble? That which places
Freedom and the Cause of Man!
She was but given,
To blossom in heaven.
SHE PRAYS FOR HER BOY.-ANNA M. BATES.
SHE prays for her boy at eve and dawn-
From the sunny haunts where he used to play,
She prays for her boy-Oh! I think to-day,
As the bird moans o'er its forsaken nest,
I fancy to-day that all her joy
Is to kneel to her God and pray for her boy!
Oh! a mother's love-what fount like this
She prays for her boy-I see her now,
And thinks of the loved o'er the ocean waves.
THE FIGHT OF PASO DEL MAR.
She prays for her boy-oh! lonely heart
And know that such blessings around thee shed,
That would shield thee from the pitiless storm,
She prays for her boy-and thus it will be,
It will whisper low of Heaven's wide joy,
Saying, there thy mother yet prays for her boy!
THE FIGHT OF PASO DEL MAR.-BAYARD TAYLOR.
GUSTY and raw was the morning,
A fog hung over the seas,
Were torn by the mountain trees;
Rode down to the Paso del Mar.
The pescador, out in his shallop,
Loom over the waste of the tide;
Where the faint, moving speck of the rider
Stout Pablo of San Diego
Rode down from the hills behind;
Under his thick, misted eyebrows,
Now Bernal, the herdsman of Corral,
Good reason he had to be gone!
And the chill, driving scud of the breakers
With his blanket wrapped gloomily round him,
And the chasms and steeps of the headland
When near him a mule bell came tinkling,
"Back!" shouted Bernal full fiercely,
And "Back!" shouted Pablo, in wrath; As his mule halted, startled and shrinking, On the perilous line of the path!
The roar of devouring surges
Came up from the breakers' hoarse war; And "Back, or you perish!” cried Bernal, "I turn not on Paso del Mar!"
The gray mule stood firm as the headland
And smote till he dropped it again,
They fought, till the black wall below them