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The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine ? village passed
His brow was sad ; his eye beneath
Flashed like a falchion 4 from its sheath,
In happy homes he saw the light
“ Try not the pass!" the old man said,
“Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!” And loud that clarion voice replied,
“Oh stay!” the maiden said, “and rest
Thy weary head upon this breast!” A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh,
“Beware the pine-tree's withered branch !
Beware the awful avalanche!”
At break of day, as heavenward
The pious monks of Saint Bernard 8
Uttered the oft-repeated prayer,
Half-buried in the snow was found,
Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star,
NOTES. 1 Excelsior, Latin, meaning higher. 7 Avalanche, a great mass of snow 2 Alpine, belonging to the
rolling down the mountain-side. 3 Device, motto or emblem.
8 Saint Bernard, a convent situated 4 Falchion, a sword.
in a pass of the same name in the 5 Clarion, a clear-sounding trumpet. Alps. 6 Lowers, darkens, looks threaten- 9 Faithful hound, the St. Bernard ing.
A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA.
A wet sheet and a flowing sea
A wind that follows fast,
And bends the gallant mast--
While, like the eagle free,
Old England on the lee.
I heard a fair one cry.
But give to me the snoring breeze,
And white waves heaving high-
The good ship tight and free;
And merry men are we.
There's tempest in yon hornèd moon,
The lightning in yon cloud ;
The wind is piping loud-
The lightning flashing free;
Our heritage the sea.
WHAT I LIVE FOR. I LIVE for those who love me,
Whose hearts are kind and true ;
And awaits my spirit too;
And the good that I can do.
Who suffered for my sake,
And follow in their wake,
And Time's great volume make.
By gifted minds foretold,
And not alone by gold;
As Eden was of old.
For those who know me true;
And awaits my spirit too ;