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What various sounds of joy arise!
What prospects bright appear!
Earth and her thousand voices give
Their thousand notes of praise;
And all, that by his mercy live,
To God their offering raise.

Forth walks the laborer to his toil,
And sees the fresh array

Of verdure clothe the flowery soil
Along his careless way.

The streams, all beautiful and bright,
Reflect the morning sky;

And there, with music in his flight,
The wild bird soars on high.

Thus, like the morning, calm and clear,
That saw the Savior rise,

The spring of heaven's eternal year
Shall dawn on earth and skies.

No winter there, no shades of night,
Profane those mansions blessed,
Where, in the happy fields of light,
The weary are at rest.

Summer.-PEABODY.

How fast the rapid hours retire!
How soon the spring was done!
And now no cloud keeps off the fire
Of the bright, burning sun.

The slender flower-bud dreads to swell

In that unclouded blue,

And treasures in its fading bell

The spark of morning dew.

The stream bounds lightly from the spring

To cool and shadowy caves;

And the bird dips his weary wing

Beneath its sparkling waves.

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Rosalie.-MRS. HALE'S MAGAZINE.

THERE sits a woman on the brow
Of yonder rocky height;
There, gazing o'er the waves below,
She sits from morn till night.

She heeds not how the mad waves leap
Along the rugged shore;

She looks for one upon the deep
She never may see more.

Far other once was Rosalie;

Her smile was glad; her voice,

Like music o'er a summer sea,
Said to the heart-Rejoice.

Nine years-though all have given him o'er,
Her spirit doth not fail;

And still she waits along the shore

The never-coming sail.

On that high rock, abrupt and bare,

Ever she sits as now;

The dews have damped her flowing hair;

The sun has scorched her brow.

And every far-off sail she sees,

And every passing cloud,

Or white-winged sea-bird, on the breeze,
She calls to it aloud.

The sea-bird answers to her cry,
The cloud, the sail float on;

The hoarse wave mocks her misery,
Yet is her hope not gone.

When falling dews the clover steep,
And birds are in their nest,
And flower-buds folded up to sleep,
And ploughmen gone to rest,—

Down the rude track her feet have worn-
There scarce the goat may go-

Poor Rosalie, with look forlorn,
Is seen descending slow.

But when the gray morn tints the sky,
And lights that lofty peak,-
With a strange lustre in her eye,
A fever in her cheek,-

Again she goes, untired, to sit,

And watch, the live-long day;

Nor, till the star of eve is lit,
E'er turns her steps away.

To a young Invalid, condemned, by accidental Lameness, to perpetual Confinement.-HENRY PICKERING.

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THINE is the spring of life, dear boy,
And thine should be its flowers;
Thine, too, should be the voice of joy,
To hasten on the hours:

And thou, with cheek of rosiest hue,
With winged feet, shouldst still
Thy sometime frolic course pursue
O'er lawn and breezy hill.

Not so! What means this foolish heart,

And verse as idly vain ?

Each hath his own allotted part

Of pleasure and of pain:

And while thou canst the hours beguile,
(Thus patiently reclined,)

I would not quench that languid smile,
Or see thee less resigned.

Some are condemned to roam the earth,
A various fate to share,

Scarce destined, from their very birth.
To know a parent's care.

To thee, sweet one, repose was given,
Yet not without alloy;

That thou might'st early think of heaven,
The promised seat of joy ;—

That thou might'st know what love supreme
Pervades a mother's breast-

Flame quenchless as the heavenly beam,
The purest and the best.-

William, that love which shadows thee,
Is eminently mine:

O that my riper life could be

Deserving it as thine!

The Sage of Caucasus.-HILLHOUSE.

Hadad. NONE knows his lineage, age, or name: his locks Are like the snows of Caucasus; his eyes

Beam with the wisdom of collected ages.

In green, unbroken years, he sees, 'tis said,

The generations pass, like autumn fruits,

Garnered, consumed, and springing fresh to life,

Again to perish, while he views the sun,

The seasons roll, in rapt serenity,

And high communion with celestial powers.

Some say 'tis Shem, our father; some say Enoch,
And some Melchisedek.

Tamar. I've heard a tale

Like this, but ne'er believed it.

Had. I have proved it.—

Through perils dire, dangers most imminent,

Seven days and nights midst rocks and wildernesses,
And boreal snows, and never-thawing ice,

Where not a bird, a beast, a living thing,

Save the far-soaring vulture, comes, I dared

My desperate way, resolved to know, or perish.
Tam. Rash, rash advent'rer!

Had. On the highest peak

Of stormy Caucasus, there blooms a spot,

On which perpetual sunbeams play, where flowers
And verdure never die; and there he dwells.

Tam. Had.

But did'st thou see him?

Never did I view

Such awful majesty: his reverend locks
Hung like a silver mantle to his feet;
His raiment glistered saintly white; his brow
Rose like the gate of Paradise; his mouth
Was musical as its bright guardians' songs.

The Resolution of Ruth.-CHRISTIAN EXAMINER,

FAREWELL? O no! it may not be;
My firm resolve is heard on high:

I will not breathe farewell to thee,
Save only in my dying sigh.

I know not that I now could bear
For ever from thy side to part,
And live without a friend to share
The treasured sadness of my heart.

I did not love in former years,

To leave thee solitary: now,

When sorrow dims thine eyes with tears,
And shades the beauty of thy brow,

I'll share the trial and the pain;

And strong the furnace fires must be,
To melt away the willing chain,
That binds a daughter's heart to thee.

I will not boast a martyr's might
To leave my home without a sigh-
The dwelling of my past delight,
The shelter where I hoped to die.
In such a duty, such an hour,

The weak are strong, the timid brave,
For Love puts on an angel's power,

And faith grows mightier than the grave.

It was not so, ere he we loved,

And vainly strove with Heaven to save,
Heard the low call of Death, and moved
With holy calmness to the grave,
Just at that brightest hour of youth
When life spread out before us lay,
And charmed us with its tones of truth,
And colors radiant as the day.

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