...Shall winnow, like a fan, the chaff and grain. " WHli thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn op tlic FOd, And spread the furrow for the seed we sow ; This is...our God, This is the place where human harvests grow !" THE MOTHER'S LEGACIE* We have here a fac-simile impression of the first edition of a genuine work...

...birth, And each bright blossom mingle its perfume With that of flowers, which never bloomed on earth. With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod,...God, This is the place where human harvests grow. Green Gate of Paradise ! let in the sun ! Unclose thy portals, that we may behold Those fields Elysian,...

...attractions, may have that of novelty for many of our readers. / <; TO THE RIVER CHARLES. •• RIVEB ! that in silence windest Through the meadows, bright...findest In the bosom of the sea ! " Four long years of mincled feeling, Hnif in rest, and half in strife, I have seen thy waters stealing Onward, like the...

...birth ; And each bright blossom, mingle its perfume With that of flowers, which never bloomed on earth. With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod,...free, Till at length thy rest thou findest In the hosom of the sea ! Four long years of mingled feeling, Half in rest, and half in strife, I have seen...

...parting breath, A moonbeam in the midnight cloud of death. TO THE RIVER CHARLES. BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. RIVER ! that in silence windest Through the meadows,...length thy rest thou findest In the bosom of the sea ! Pour long years of mingled feeling, Half in rest, and half in strife, I have seen thy waters stealing...

...birth ; And each bright blossom mingle its perfume With that of flowers, which never bloom'd on earth. With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod,...God. This is the place, where human harvests grow ! EW LOKOFELI.OW. (Du tlje Dcotl) of a L'oung ©hi SHE hath gone in the spring-time of life, Ere her...

...birth ; And each bright blossom mingle its perfume With that of flowers that never bloomed on earth. With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod,...This is the place where human harvests grow. TO THE EDITOR OF THE IRISH UNITARIAN MAGAZINE. DEAR SIR,— I forward an extract, which I have been kindly...

...birth ; And each bright blossom mingle its perfume With that of flowers which never bloomed on earth. With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod,...our God, This is the place where human harvests grow ! XXII. " Knowing in yourselves that ye have in heaven a better and an enduring substance."—Heb....

...birth ; And each bright blossom mingle its perfume With that of flowers which never bloomed on earth. With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod,...our God, This is the place where human harvests grow ! XXI. THERE is a land, where everlasting suns Shed everlasting brightness — where the soul Drinks...

...blrth ; And each bright blossom mingle its perfume With that of flowers which never bloomed on earth. With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod,...God,— This Is the place where human harvests grow. LIGHT FOR LABOUR. What is the mission of the Poet ? Schlegel (AW) defines poetry to be "that art which...