THE NEW MOON. WHEN, as the garish day is done, Few are the hearts too cold to feel The sight of that young crescent brings And joys, that like a rainbow chase The passing shower of tears. THE NEW MOON. The captive yields him to the dream And painfully the sick man tries Most welcome to the lover's sight, And there do graver men behold Forsaken and forgiven ; And thoughts and wishes not of earth, Like that new light in Heaven. BRYANT. 51 THE ENGLISH BOY. "Go, call thy sons: instruct them what a debt They owe their ancestors; and make them swear To pay it, by transmitting down entire Those sacred rights to which themselves were born." LOOK from the ancient mountains down, Thy country's fields around thee gleam In sunlight and in joy. Ages have roll'd since foeman's march Gaze proudly on, my English boy! There, in the shadow of old Time Which pour'd forth to the fields of yore AKENSIDE. |