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Crushed the little fern, and soft moist clay
Useless! Lost! There came a thoughtful man
THE WIND'S MISQHIEF.
CLARA DOTY BATES.
The wind was out for a frolic,
And a merry wight was he;
To see what he could see.
And he saw in Gold-Lock's garden
A full-blown apple tree;
As cunning as could be.
And murmured roguishly: ..“Oh, what will happen to that bird-house If I toss and tumble and shake the boughs !
I'll do it just to see !"
So he caught the blossomed branches
Out from the apple tree.
But the birdlings in the bird's nest
Slumbered so cosily
To rock my babies for me!"
GALILEO IN PRISON.
FRANCIS E. RALEIGH.
In a damp dungeon, a prisoner lay,
Waiting the fate to be brought him that day.
Death in the living, or living in death; Crouched on the granite, and burdened in fetters,
Inhaling slow poison with each labored breath. O'er the damp floor of his dungeon there glistened
Faintly the rays of a swift-nearing light; Then the sweet jingle of keys that soon opened
The door and revealed a strange scene to his sight. In the red glare of the sickening torches,
Held by the grey-gowned soldiers of God, Gathered a group that the world will remember
Long ages after we sleep 'neath the sod. Draped in their robes of bright scarlet and purple,
Bearing aloft the gold emblems of Rome, Stood the chief priests of the Papal dominion,
Under the shadow of Peter's proud dome.
By the infallible pontiff commanded,
From his own lips their direction received; Sent to demand of the wise Galileo
Denial of all the wise truths he believed: Before the whole world to give up his convictions,
Because the great church said the world had not moved ; Then to swear before God that his science was idle,
And truth was unknown to the facts he had proved. So loosing his shackles, they bade the sage listen
To words from the mouth of the vicar of God: “Recant thy vile doctrines and life we will give thee;
Adhere, and the road to the grave is soon trod !" His doctrines—the truth, as proud Rome bas acknowledged,
On low bended knee in that vault le renounced; Yet, with joy in their eyes, the high priests retiring,
“Confinement for life," as his sentence pronounced. But, as they left him, their malice rekindled
Fires that their threats had subdued in his breast. Clanking his chains, with fierce ardor he muttered,
“But it does move, and tyrants can ne'er make it rest."
BUNKER HILL ODĚ.
The Holy Violet Crown! (*)
Vanish before our longing eyes;
The demi-gods arise.
(1) A very ancient name of Salamis.
Fierce breed of iron Rome! Ye whose relentless eagles' wings, O'ershadowing subjugated kings, With hate and black destruction fraught, To every hateful tyrant brought
His own cursed lesson homeSmile sternly now. A free born race
Here draws your proudest maxims in, And eagerly, in ample space, A mightier Rome begin.
Savage, yet dauntless crew! Who broke with grim unflinching zoal The mighty Spaniard's heart of steel; When ye, with patriotic hands, Bursting the dykes that held your lands,
Let death and freedom through.
And haughty bigots all are tame;
Ye few rock nurtured men-
A shrine each Suliote glenRejoice to-day. No little bands
Face here the exulting despot's horde; But Freedom sways with giant hands
Her ocean sweeping sword.
Chiefs of our own blest land, To whom turned long oppressed mankind A sacred refuge here to find Of every race the pride and boast, From wild Atlantic's stormy coast
To far Pacific's strand
Millions on millions here maintain
Your generous aim's with steady will, And make your vast imperial reign · The world's asylum still.
THE BURIAL OF THE DANE.
HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL. Blue gulf all around us,
Blue sky overhead; Muster all on the quarter
We must bury the dead.
Rugged of front and form
Grizzled with sun and storm.
We know and there's nothing moro; But perhaps his mother is waiting
In the lovely island of Fohr. Stil, as he lay there dying,
Reason drifting awreck, u 'Tis my watch," he would mutter,
"I must go upon deck!" Aye, on deck, by the foremast í
But watch and lookout are done; The Union Jack laid o'er him,
How quiet he lies in the sun! Slow the ponderous engino;
Stay the hurrying shaft; Let the roll of the ocean
Cradle our giant craft; Gather around the grating,
Carry your messmate aft!