SONNET.-SUN-RISE.

BY DAVID LESTER RICHARDSON, ESQ.

How gloriously yon gorgeous monarch rears
His bright majestic brow!-His robes of light
The
green hills mantle, and his tresses bright
Float on the golden clouds! All nature wears
A smile of gladness ;-the resplendent tears
Shed, by the tristful spirits of the night,

On verdant meadows, vanish from the sight,
Like rain-drops on the sea! The warm beam cheers
The drowsy herd, and thrills the feathered throngs
Of early minstrels, whose melodious songs
Are borne upon the breeze. Now, mortals send
Their orisons above ;-while, shrub and flower
Perfume and bloom celestial sweetly blend,
To charm and consecrate the morning hours!

"GO, BEAUTIFUL AND GENTLE DOVE !”*

From an unpublished Oratorio.

BY THE REV. W. L. BOWLES.

"Go, beautiful and gentle dove !-
But whither wilt thou go?

For, though the sun shines bright above,
Forlorn and waste is all below!

Nor love nor pity thou shalt find,
Earth's dreary circuit o'er ;-
Then hasten to thy mistress kind,

And she, poor bird! will love thee more!"

The dove flew on, with hopeless flight,

Flew on from dawn till dark;
And then, amid the gloom of night,

Came weary to the ark.

Mr. Bowles has set to music, and published, some words beginning with the same line, and, also, forming part of the same Oratorio. None of these verses are, however, included in his publication.

"Oh! let me in,"-it seemed to say, "For long and lone has been my way;— Oh! once more, gentle mistress! let me rest, And dry my dripping plumage on thy breast!”

The dove went forth, when morning rose,-
But oh! what transports fill

Their hearts who mark, at evening's close,
A green leaf in its bill!

So, heavenly hope—when pain and grief
The sinking soul have tossed,—

Brings back one token of relief,
"ALL IS NOT LOST!"

That says,

STANZAS.

BY T. HOOD, ESQ.

1.

I REMEMBER, I remember
The house where I was born,
The little window, where the sun
Came peeping in, at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day;
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!

2.

I remember, I remember

The roses, red and white,

The violets, and the lily cups-
Those flowers made of light;

The lilacs, where the robins built,
And where my brother set

The laburnum, on his birth-day,—

The tree is living yet!

3.

I remember, I remember

Where I was used to swing,

And thought the air would rush as fresh

To swallows on the wing;

-My spirit flew in feathers, then,

That is so heavy, now;

And summer pools could hardly cool

The fever on my brow!

4.

I remember, I remember

The fir trees, dark and high;

I used to think their slender spires

Were close against the sky;

It was a childish ignorance,

But now 'tis little joy

To know I'm further off from heaven,

Than when I was a boy!