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And it was told her how he strove
With death; but not from selfish fear: 'Twas the memory of her love
Which made existence doubly dear.
They told her how his fevered sleep
Revealed the phantom of his brainHe thought his love had come to keep
Her vigils at his couch of pain ; And he would speak in his soft tone,
And stretch his arms to clasp the air, And then awaken with a moan,
And weep that there was nothing there.
And when he bowed himself at last
Beneath the spoiler's cold eclipse, Even as the weary spirit passed,
Her name was on his marble lips. She heard the tale; she did not weep;
It was too strangely sad for tears ; And so she kept it for the deep
Rememberings of after years.
She poured one lone and plaintive wail
For the loved dead-it was her lastLike harp-tones dying, on the gale
Her minstrelsy of spirit passed :
Forgetful of her olden shrine,
SLEEP, CHILD OF MY LOVE.
BY J. W. EASTBURNE.
SLEEP, child of my love! be thy slumber as light
As the red birds that nestle secure on the spray; Be the visions that visit thee fairy and bright
As the dew-drops that sparkle around with the ray.
O, soft flows the breath from thine innocent breast;
In the wild wood, Sleep cradles in roses thy head; Out her who protects thee, a wanderer unblessed,
He forsakes, or surrounds with his phantoms of dread.
I fear for thy father! why stays he so long
On the shores where the wife of the giant was thrown, And the sailor oft lingered to hearken her song,
So sad o'er the wave, e'er she hardened to stone.
He skims the blue tide in his birchen canoe,
Where the foe in the moonbeams his path may descry, The ball to its scope may speed rapid and true,
And lost in the wave be thy father's death cry!
The Power that is round us--whose presence is near,
In the gloom and the solitude felt by the soulProtect that lone bark in its lonely career,
And shield thee, when roughly life's billows shall roll!
THE LIGHT OF HOME.
BY MRS. HALE.
My boy, thou wilt dream the world is fair,
And thy spirit will sigh to roam;
Forget the light of home.
Though pleasure may smile with a ray more bright,
It dazzles to lead astray ;
When thou treadest the lonely way.
But the hearth of home has a constant flame,
And pure as vestal fire: 'Twill burn, 'twill burn, for ever the same,
For nature feeds the pyre.
The sea of ambition is tempest tost,
And thy hopes may vanish like foam;
Then look to the light of home;
And there, like a star through the midnight cloud,
Thou shalt see the beacon bright; For never, till shining on thy shroud,
Can be quenched its holy light.
The sun of fame, 'twill gild the name;
But the heart ne'er felt its ray ;
Are but beams of a wintry day.
And how cold and dim those beams must be,
Should life's wretched wanderer come! But, my boy, when the world is dark to thee,
Then turn to the light of home.
BY EDWARD EVERETT.
Yes, dear one, to the envied train
Of those around thy homage pay ; But wilt thou never kindly deign
To think of him that's far away?
For many years I may not see;
My sister dear, remember me?
But not in Fashion's brilliant hall,
Surrounded by the gay and fair, And thou the fairest of them all,
O, think not, think pot of me there
But when the thoughtless crowd is gone,
And hushed the voice of senseless glee, And all is silent, still, and lone,
And thou art sad, remember me.
Remember me—but, loveliest, ne'er,
When, in his orbit fair and high, The morning's glowing charioteer
Rides proudly up the blushing sky; But when the waning moonbeam sleeps
At moonlight on that lonely lea, And nature's pensive spirit weeps
In all her dews, remember me.
Remember me, I pray—but not
In Flora's gay and blooming hour, When every brake hath found its note,
And sunshine smiles in every flower; But when the falling leaf is sere,
And withers sadly from the tree, And o'er the ruins of the year
Cold autumn weeps, remember me.
Remember me--but choose not, dear,
The hour when, on the gentle lake, The sportive wavelets, blue and clear,
Soft rippling, to the margin break; But when the deafening billows foam
In madness o'er the pathless sea, Then let thy pilgrim fancy roam
Across them, and remember me.