Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take Sacred Melody.-NEW YORK AMERICAN. "Sing to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously; the horse and his riù er hath he thrown into the sea." Exodus xv. 26. YE daughters and soldiers of Israel, look back! Where where are the thousands who shadowed your trackThe chariots that shook the deep earth as they rolled The banners of silk, and the helmets of gold? Where are they-the vultures, whose beaks would have fed And strewed mid the waters the strength of our foes! When we travelled the waste of the desert by day, But this morn, and the Israelites' strength was a reed, O thou, who redeemest the weak one at length, Who holdest the earth and the sea in thine hand, To thee let our thoughts and our offerings tend, The Graves of the Patriots.PERCIVAL. HERE rest the great and good-here they repose Are all their monument; and yet it tells Or the eternal pyramids. They need No statue nor inscription to reveal Their greatness. It is round them; and the joy With which their children tread the hallowed ground That holds their venerated bones, the peace That smiles on all they fought for, and the wealth That clothes the land they rescued, these, though mute, As feeling ever is when deepest,-these Are monuments more lasting than the fanes Reared to the kings and demigods of old. Touch not the ancient elms, that bend their shade Over their lowly graves; beneath their boughs There is a solemn darkness, even at noon, Suited to such as visit at the shrine Of serious Liberty. No factious voice No art to make them known. They live in us, In the deep sabbath of a heart too full For words or tears,-here let us strew the sod And they have rendered ours-perpetually. Funeral Hymn.-CHRISTIAN EXAMINER. He has gone to his God; he has gone to his home, His eyes are no longer dim; No grief can follow him; No pang his cheek can alter. There are paleness, and weeping, and sighs below; But the harps of heaven are ringing; Glad angels come to greet him; And hymns of joy are singing While old friends press to meet him. O honored, beloved, to earth unconfined, Thou hast soared on high; thou hast left us behind. We will follow thee, by heaven's light, Where the grave cannot dissever The souls whom God will unite. Yes, visions of his future rest To man, the pilgrim, here are shown; Deep love, pure friendship, thrill his breast, And hopes rush in of joys unknown. Released from earth's dull round of cares, Around us float, in changing light, We did not part as others part; And should we meet on earth no more, Yet deep and dear, within my heart, Some thoughts will rest, a treasured store. How oft, when weary and alone, Have I recalled each word, each look, The meaning of each varying tone, And the last parting glance we took! Yes, sometimes, even here, are found Those who can touch the chords of love, And wake a glad and holy sound, Like that which fills the courts above. It is as when a traveller hears, In a strange land, his native tongue, A voice he loved in happier years, A song that once his mother sung. We part; the sea will roll between, While we through different climates roam Sad days, a life may intervene ; But we shall meet again,—at home. To Laura, two Years of Age.-N. P. WILLIS. BRIGHT be the skies that cover thee, Child of the sunny brow Bright as the dream flung over thee I know no fount that gushes out I would that thou might'st ever be That Time might ever leave as free I would life were "all poetry," That nought but chastened melody I would-but deeper things than these I fear thy gentle loveliness, The silver stars may purely shine. The waters taintless flow But they who kneel at woman's shrine |