Judge Hallenbach, who keeps the toll-bridge gate, Of Wyoming; like him, in church and state, The thin hairs, white with seventy winters' snow, To frighten flocks of crows and blackbirds from the grain. For he would look particularly droll In his " Iberian boot" and "Spanish plume," There's one in the next field-of sweet sixteen- The maiden knows no more than Cobbett or Voltaire. There is a woman, widowed, gray, and old, Who tells you where the foot of Battle stepped She told Its tale, and pointed to the spot, and wept, Whereon her father and five brothers slept Shroudless, the bright-dreamed slumbers of the brave, When all the land a funeral mourning kept. And there, wild laurels, planted on the grave, By Nature's hand, in air their pale red blossoms wave. And on the margin of yon orchard hill Are marks where time-worn battlements have been; And in the tall grass traces linger still Of" arrowy frieze and wedged ravelin." Five hundred of her brave that Valley green Trod on the morn in soldier-spirit gay; But twenty lived to tell the noon-day scene- Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine Nor the vexed ore a mineral of power, Till the slow plague shall bring the fatal hour. As light winds, wandering through groves of bloom, Close thy sweet eyes calmly, and without pain; Daybreak.-RICHARD H. DANA. "The Pilgrim they laid in a large upper chamber, whose window opened towards the sun-rising; the name of the chamber was Peace; where he slept till break of day, and then he awoke and sang. The Pilgrim's Progress. Now, brighter than the host, that, all night long, In fiery armor, up the heavens high Stood watch, thou com'st to wait the morning's song. Thou seem'st to look on me as asking why My mourning eyes with silent tears do swim; Thou bid'st me turn to God, and seek my rest in Him. "Canst thou grow sad," thou say'st," as earth grows bright? And sigh, when little birds begin discourse In quick, low voices, e'er the streaming light Pours on their nests, as sprung from day's fresh source? A sharer bc, if that thine heart be pure. And breathe in kindred calm, and teach thee to endure." I feel its calm. But there's a sombrous hue And all the woods and hill-tops stand outspread And ended, all alike, grief, mirth, love, hate, and wrong. But wrong, and hate, and love, and grief, and mirth And airs, and woods, and streams, breathe harmonies:- Nor binds his heart with soft and kindly ties: He, feverish, blinded, lives, and, feverish, sated, dies. And 'tis because man useth so amiss Her dearest blessings, Nature seemeth sad; Else why should she, in such fresh hour as this, Not lift the veil, in revelation glad, From her fair face?-It is that man is mad! Then chide me not, clear star, that I repine, When Nature grieves; nor deem this heart is bad. Thou look'st towards earth; but yet the heavens are thine While I to earth am bound:-When will the heavens be mine If man would but his finer nature learn, Of simpler things; could Nature's features stern But when I see cold man of reason proud, But not for this alone, the silent tear And when I grieve, O, rather let it be That I-whom Nature taught to sit with her A beauty see-that I this mother mild Should leave, and go with Care, and passions fierce and wild! How suddenly that straight and glittering shaft Be called my chamber, PEACE, when ends the day; And let me with the dawn, like PILGRIM, sing and pray! Sonnet.-BRYANT. AY, thou art welcome-heaven's delicious breath!- In the gay woods and in the golden air,- In such a bright late quiet, would that I Might wear out life, like thee, 'mid bowers and brooks, And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks, And music of kind voices ever nigh; And, when my last sand twinkled in the glass, Hymn for the Massachusetts Charitable Association. PIERPONT. LOUD o'er thy savage child, As, houseless, in the wild Thine inspiration comes! And music swells, To honor thee, dread Power, Our SKILL and STRENGTH combine; And temple, tomb and tower Attest these gifts of thine; A swelling dome For Pride they gild, By these our fathers' host When on our guardless coast |