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And one, with a bright lip, and cheek,
And eye, is dead to me. How pale the bloom of his smooth cheek! His lip was cold—it would not speak; His heart was dead, for it did not break;
And his eye, for it did not sce.
Then for the living be the tomb,
And for the dead the smile; Engrave oblivion on the tomb Of pulseless life and deadly bloomDim is such glare; but bright the gloom
Around the funeral pile.
THERE's beauty in the deep :-
There's music in the deep :-
There's music in the deep.
There's quiet in the deep :Above, let tides and tampests rave, And earth-born whirlwinds wake the wave; Above, let care and fear contend, 1 l sin and sorrow to the end :
Here, far beneath the tainted foam,
There's quiet in the deep.
Scene after a Summer Shower.-PROFESSOR NORTON.
The rain is o'er. How dense and bright
Yon pearly clouds reposing lie!
Contrasting with the dark blue sky!
The general blessing ; fresh and fair,
As glad the common joy to share.
A fairy light, uncertain, pale ;
Is breathing odors on the gale.
Methinks some spirit of the air
Then turn to bathe and revel there.
The sun breaks forth; from off the scene
Its floating veil of mist is flung;
With trembling drops of light is hung.
Now gaze on Nature-yet the same
Glowing with life, by breezes fanned,
Fresh in her youth, from God's own hand.
Hear the rich music of that voice,
Which sounds from all below, above;
Drink in her influence; low-born care,
And all the train of mean desire,
And ’mid this living light expire.
The Child's Wish in June.—Mrs. GILMAN.
MOTHER, mother, the winds are at play,
You bid me be busy; but, mother, hear
I wish, oh, I wish, I was yonder cloud,
From “The Minstrel Girl.”-JAMES G. WHITTIER.
SHE leaned against her favorite tree,
The golden sunlight melting through
And easy-pinioned breezes flew
Around the bloom and greenness there,
Awaking all to life and motion, Like unseen spirits sent to bear
Earth's perfume to the barren ocean That ocean lay before her then
Like a broad lustre, to send back The scattered beams of day again
To burn along its sunset track! And broad and beautiful it shone;
As quickened by some spiritual breath,
To music whispered underneath.
The breeze's kiss was soft and meek
On parted lip and glowing cheek;
Its lustre from the spirit's gem;
Was like an angel's diadem;
Had touched her lip and heart with flame, And on the altar of her soul
The fire of inspiration came. And early she had learned to love
Each holy charm to Nature given,The changing earth, the skies above,
Were prompters to her dreams of Heaven! She loved the earth-the streams that wind
Like music from its hills of greenThe stirring boughs above them twined
The shifting light and shade between ;The fall of waves the fountain gush
The sigh of winds—the music heard At even-tide, from air and bush
The minstrelsy of leaf and bird. But chief she loved the sunset sky
Its golden clouds, like curtains drawi To form the gorgeous canopy
Of monarchs to their slumbers gone The sun went down,-and, broad and med
One moment, on the burning wave
Rested his front of fire, to shed
A glory round his ocean-grave:
A banner from the wall of heaven
Along the shadowy verge of even.
Description of a sultry Summer's Noon. * –
A SULTRY NOON, not in the summer's prime,
* How perfect is this description of the hot noon of a summer's day in the country and yet how simple and urstudied ! Several of its most expressive images are entirely new, and the whole graphic combination is originala quality very difficult to attain after Thomson and Cowper. The thistle alighting sloepily on the grass, the yellow-hammer mutely picking the seeds, the grasshopper snapping his wings, and the low singing of the locust-all the images, indeed, make up a picture inimitably beautiful and true to na. ture, ED