STRIVE ON.

Strive on the ocean ne'er was crossed,

Repining on the shore;'

A nation's freedom ne'er was won
When sloth the banner bore.

Strive on- 'tis cowardly to shrink
When dangers rise around;

'Tis sweeter far, though linked with pain; To gain the vantage ground.

Bright names are on the roll of Fame,
Like stars they shine on high;
They may be hid with brighter rays,
But never, never die !

And these were lighted 'mid the gloom
Of low obscurity;

Struggling through years of pain and toil,

And joyless poverty.

But strive-this world's not all a waste,

A wilderness of care;
Green spots are on the field of life,
And flowrets blooming fair.

Then strive—but oh, let virtue be
The guardian of your aim!
Let pure, unclouded love illume
The path that leads to fame!

Lost-where the thoughtless throng
In fashion's mazes wind,
Where trilleth folly's song,
Leaving a sting behind.
Yet to my hand 'twas given

A golden harp to buy,

Such as the white-robed choir attune

To deathless minstrelsy.

Lost lost! lost!

I feel all search is vain;
That gem of countless cost
Can ne'er be mine again;
I offer no reward,

For till these heart-strings sever,
I know that heaven-intrusted gift
Is reft away for ever.

The hours are fleeting and hasting away,
O, waste not a moment; O, waste not a day.

THE LIGHT OF SCIENCE.

O let the light spread far and wide,
Away o'er hill and vale;

O let it be our nation's pride;

The star of science hail!
No longer pent in lordly hall
Among the favored few;
The boon of God-'tis free to all,
As drops of Heavenly dew.

Ten thousand, thousand lamps of mind,
O'er wide creation spread,
Have long in darkness been confined,
Bedimmed by Error dread.

Then march we on with torch in hand,

And light them in a glow;
'Till science beam from ev'ry land,

A firmament below.

Then radiant with eternal truth,

The soul on earth shall shine,

And early learn in infant youth
The way to worlds divine.

Then, teachers, rouse with cheerful zea,
And mould with skilful art;
Take Virtue's signet-God's own seal,
Impress the youthful heart.

The light of fair science, a beautiful star,
Leads onward and upward, to bright realms afar.

THE BOY AND THE ROBIN.

So now, little Robin, you've come to my door,
I wonder you never have ventur'd before.
'Tis likely you thought I would do you some harm,
But pray, sir, what cause could there be for alarm?

You seem to be timid-I'd like to know why-
Did I ever hurt you? what makes you so shy?
You shrewd little rogue, I've a mind ere you go,
To tell you a thing it concerns you to know.

You think I have never discovered your nest; 'Tis hid pretty snugly, it must be confessed.

Ha ha! how the boughs are entwined all around! No wonder you thought it would never be found.

You're as cunning a robin as ever I knew;
And yet, ha ha! ha! I'm as cunning as you!
I know all about your nice home on the tree-
'Twas nonsense to try to conceal it from me.

I know for but yesterday I was your guest-
How many young robins there are in your nest;
And pardon me, sir, if I venture to say,'·
They've not had a morsel of dinner to-day.

But you look very sad, pretty robin, I see,
As you glance o'er the meadow, to yonder green tree
I fear I have thoughtlessly given you pain,

And I will not prattle so lightly again.

Go home, where your mate and your little ones dwell Tho' I know where they are, yet I never will tell; Nobody shall injure that leaf-covered nest,

For sacred to me is the place of your rest.

Adieu! for you want to be flying away,
And it would be cruel to ask you to stay;
But come in the morning, come early, and sing,
For dearly I love you, sweet warbler of spring.

WASHINGTON.

When General Washington was young,

About as large as I,

He never would permit his tongue

To tell a wilful lie.

Once, when he cut his father's tree
He owned it to his face,
And then his father ardently
Clasped him in his embrace.

He told his son it pleased him more,
For him to own the truth,
Than if his tree was bending o'er
With gold and silver fruit.

Then like this brave and noble boy
Whose virtues brightly shone,

If I my father's tree destroy,

The truth I'll surely own.