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To meet thy smiles of tenderness,

And catch the feeble tone
Of kindness, ever breathed to bless,

And feel, I'll be “alone ;"

To mark thy strength each hour decay,

And yet thy hopes grow stronger,
As filled with heaven-ward trust, they say,

“Earth may not claim thee longer ;"
Nay, dearest, 'tis too much-this heart

Must break when thou art gone;
It must not be; we may not part ;

I could not live " alone !"

SONG OF THE ZEPHYR SPIRIT.

BY W. G. SIMMS.

I COME from the deeps where the mermaiden twines,

In her bowers of amber, her garlands of shells : Where the sands are of gold, and of crystal the vines,

And the spirit of gladness unchangingly dwellsI breathed on the harp at Zephyrus' cave,

And the strain, as it rose, glided upward with me; No dwelling on earth, but my home is the wave,

And my couch is the coral grove, deep in the sea.

Thou hast dreamed-hast thou not?-of those wave

girdled bowers, Where all that can win the heart, beams on the sight: Where life is a frolic through fancies and flowers,

And the soul lives in dreams of a lasting delight. Thou wouldst win what thy dreams have long brought

to thy view, Thou wouldst dwell with the moon that now beams

upon thee; To the fears of the earth--to its cares, bid adieu,

Come, rest in the coral grove, deep in the sea.

With my breath I will fan thee when noonday is nigh,

The gentlest of mermaids will lull thee to sleep; She will watch by thy couch when the sun passes by,

Nor fly when the moon leaves her home in the deep. Each joy thou hast sighed for, shall there be thine own,

The sorrows of time from thy slumbers shall flee; Then come with me-win all the pleasures I've shown,

Come, rest in the coral grove, deep in the sea.

SEE IN DISTANCE MILDLY GLEAMING.

BY JAMES H. CLAIBORNE,

See in distance mildly gleaming,

Summer's parting ray,
Forest nigh where two are dreaming ;

Both are flowers of May !

He has left a couch of sorrow

Once again to say,
Wilt thou be mine own to-morrow,

Fairest flower of May ?

Oft he sued and oft was slighted,

Praying day by day,
Yet his hope was ever blighted

By that flower of May.

That flower faded-she's alone,

He is far away ;
No one's there to hear thy moan,

Fickle flower of May.

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AROUSE YE, GAY COMRADES.

BY THOMAS POWER.

AROUSE ye, gay comrades, the waves sparkle bright, Old Neptune, in glee, shakes his beard at the sight ; Well manned be each oar, well braced be each heart, And away from the shore like a sea-bird we'll start.

To the boat! to the boat! pleasure calls us away, While in light-rowing measure we speed o'er the bay.

Then gather, gay comrades, the winds gently blow,
And sunbeams have touched the fair scene with a glow;
There's hope for all care, there's joy for all pain,
Let each voice on the air wake in chorus the strain.

To the boat! to the boat! pleasure calls us away,
While in light-rowing measure we speed o'er the bay.

GOD BLESS AMERICA.

BY ROBERT M. BIRD.

God bless the land that gave us birth!

No prayer but this know we,-
God bless the land, of all the earth,

The happy and the free.
And where's the land like ours can brave

The splendour of the day,

And find no son of hers a slave ?
God bless America !

God bless the land, the land beloved,

Forever and for aye!,
God bless the land that gave us birth,

God bless America.

For liberty our grandsires trod

The wide and stormy sea;
Our fathers bought it with their blood.

Their children all are free:
And free, amid earth's servile hordes,

To point the patriot's way,
With ploughshares turned in war to swords
God bless America.

God bless the land, &c.

The desert howled—the pilgrims came,

They fled oppression's chain :
The desert blossomed, and the flame

Of freedom rose again.
And here, where hearts of fire are born,

That flame shall ne'er decay,
While babes laugh kings and slaves to scorn-
God bless America.

God bless the land, &c.

And from our land, in hour of need,

Avert thy darkening frown; Bind up all loyal hearts that bleed,

And strike the traitor down.

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