And, whether being crazed or blind, Have not, it seems, discern'd it. O Friendship! if my soul forego WILLIAM COWPER, 1731-1800. THE BROTHERS. We are but two-the others sleep We are but two-Oh, let us keep Heart leaps to heart-the sacred deed That good old man-his honest blood We in one mother's arms were lock'd- In the same cradle we were rock'd, Round the same hearth we play'd. Our boyish sports were all the same, Let manhood keep alive the flame, We are but two-be that the band Shoulder to shoulder let us stand, -American. CHARLES SPRAGUE, 1791— GENTLE AND WEDDED LOVE. A FRAGMENT. It was a lovely sight to witness, when, Hilarion reach'd his home. By the rude door And laurel always green, and myrtles, which Gather'd her fairest fruits to welcome him. Soft was the evening's greeting;-one long kiss Received and given told a world of love, At times would fill the eyes, and ease the heart.— Have cast on Juno, when that skyey queen Than bonds, (though useful these,) or forced vows (More beautiful than words) and murmur'd sounds, Nature's imperfect utterance, told its own, And carried to the others' hearts delight. Gentle and wedded Love, how fair art thou,— Without a sigh or backward look of sorrow: By doubt, or vain remorse, or desperate fear. Pass hand in hand, and young-eyed Hope, whose glance (Not dimm'd, yet soften'd by a touch of care) Looks forward still; and serious Happiness Lies on thy heart, a safe and shelter'd guest. -New Monthly Magazine, 1821. PARTING OF THE WIDOW'S SON. YON slender boy his bark hath launch'd His balmy years of childhood o'er, He goes without a guide, His devious course to run, The tempter and the snare to bide- He turneth from the pleasant door, Where with his little spade he wrought He bears his head like manhood high, Say ye he goeth forth alone To dare the eventful field? A mournful mother's fervent prayer! Till time and toil and change are o'er, -American. MRS L. H. SIGOURNEY, 1791 L "JAMIE'S ON THE STORMY SEA!" ERE the twilight bat was flitting, Underneath her threshold tree; And, as daylight died before us, And the vesper-star shone o'er us, Fitful rose her tender chorus "Jamie's on the stormy sea!" Warmly shone that sunset glowing, Seem'd the home of love to be, As those angel-tones ascending, With the scene and season blending, "Jamie's on the stormy sea!" Curfew bells remotely ringing, Mingled with that sweet voice singing; Lingeringly to tower and tree. |