HYM N. AT morn-at noon- -at twilight dim— Darkly my Present and my Past, Let my Future radiant shine With sweet hopes of thee and thine! A VALENTINE. FOR her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies That must be worn at heart. Search well the mea sure The words-the syllables! Do not forget The trivialest point, or you may lose your labour ! If one could merely comprehend the plot. Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing Like the knight Pinto-Mendez FerdinandoStill form a synonym for Truth.-Cease trying! You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do. [To translate the address, read the first letter of the first line in connection with the second letter of the second line, the third letter of the third line, the fourth of the fourth, and so on to the end. The name will thus appear.] THE COLISEUM: TYPE of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary By buried centuries of pomp and power! Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld! Silence! and Desolation! and dim Night! I feel ye now-I feel ye in your strength O spells more sure than e'er Judæan king O charms more potent than the rapt Chaldee Here, where a hero fell, a column falls! Here, where the dames of Rome their gilded hair Lit by the wan light of the hornèd moon, The swift and silent lizard of the stones ! But stay! these walls—these ivy-clad arcades— These mouldering plinths-these sad and blackened shafts These vague entablatures-this crumbling frieze These shattered cornices-this wreck-this ruin These stones—alas! these gray stones-are they all— |