Then I said to myself in my sleep, How lovely is all that I see ! For the world is a garden to me. And claimed me at once as her own ; And the shades of delusion are flown. I sigh for the dreams of my youth, All melted away into air ; Betray my poor heart to despair ? Till my bosom is freed from its leaven; And faith waft my spirit to heaven. LOVE, THE LEAVES ARE FALLING. BY ROBERT S. COFFIN. Love, the leaves are falling round thee; All the forest trees are bare ; Then say, with me, Nor wait to hear sad autumn's prayer? For winter rude Will soon intrude, Nor aught of summer's blushing beauties spare. Love, the rose lies withering by thee, And the lily blooms no more ; Nature's charms will quickly fly thee, Chilling rains around thee pour : Oh, then with me, Love, wilt thou flee, And winter dread Shall frost thy head, Love, the moon is shining for thee; All the lamps of heaven are bright; Then say, with me, Love, wilt thou flee, Time's finger rude, Will soon intrude Love, the flowers no longer greet thee, All their lovely hues are fled! Lifting slow its modest head : Then say, with me, Love, wilt thou flee, And seek a clime Of joy sublime, Where fadeless flowers a lasting fragrance shed ? THE PILLAR OF GLORY. BY EDWIN C. HOLLAND. Hail to the heroes whose triumphs have brightened The darkness which shrouded America's name; Long shall their valour in battle that lightened, Live in the brilliant escutcheons of fame : Dark where the torrents flow, And the rude tempests blow, The storm-clad spirit of Albion raves ; Long shall she mourn the day, When, in the vengeful fray, Liberty walked like a god on the waves. The ocean, ye chiefs, (the region of glory, Where fortune has destined Columbia to reign,) There, on its raging tide, The bulwark of freedom, protected by heaven; There shall her haughty foe, Bow to her prowess low, The Pillar of Glory, the sea that enlightens, Shall last till eternity rocks on its base, Wide o'er the stormy deep, Where the rude surges sweep, Honour shall give it light, Triumph shall keep it bright, Long as in battle we meet on the wave. Already the storm of contention has hurled From the grasp of Old England the trident of war, The beams of our stars have illumined the world, Unfurled our standard beats proud in the air : Wild glares the eagle's eye, Swift as he cuts the sky, Compassed with rays of light, Hovers he o'er the fight; WHY SHOULD WE SIGH? BY WILLIAM B. TAPPAN. Why should we sigh when Fancy's dream, The ray that shone mid youthful tears, Departing, leaves no kindly gleam, To cheer the lonely waste of years ? Why should we sigh ?—The fairy charm That bound each sense in folly's chain Is broke, and Reason, clear and calm, Resumes her holy rights again. Why should we sigh that earth no more Claims the devotion once approved ? That joys endeared, with us are o'er, And gone are those these hearts have loved ? Why should we sigh ?-Unfading bliss Survives the narrow grasp of time; And those that asked our tears in this, Shall render smiles in yonder clime. |