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LIGHT FOR ALL.

And yet not poor; for calm content
Made all that he possess'd
Be cherished with a grateful heart,
Which made it doubly blest.
Serene 'mid ills, to age designed,
His days in peace did flow-
His timeward pilgrimage is past,
And now he sleeps below!

A happy man!-though on life's shoals,
His bark was roughly driven,
Yet still he braved the surge-because
His anchorage was in heaven!

I know no more-what more wouldst know,
Since death deliverance gave:
His spirit took its flight on high-
This is the poor man's grave!

LIGHT FOR ALL.

FROM THE GERMAN.

You cannot pay with money

The million sons of toil

The sailor on the ocean,

The peasant on the soil,
The labourer in the quarry,
The hewer of the coal;
Your money pays the hand,
But it cannot pay the soul.

You gaze on the cathedral,
-Whose turrets meet the sky;
Remember the foundations

That in earth and darkness lie:
For, were not those foundations
So darkly resting there,
Yon towers up could never soar
So proudly in the air.

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That the palace may be bright;
If the ploughman did not plough,⠀ "*
Then the poet could not write A
Then let every toil be hallow'd
That man performs for man,
And have its share of honour
As part of one great plan.

See, light darts down from heaven, And enters where it may;

The eyes of all earth's people

Are cheered with one bright day. And let the mind's true sunshine Be spread o'er earth as free,

And fill the souls of men

As the waters fill the sea.

The man who turns the soil

Need not have an earthy mind;

The digger 'mid the coal
Need not be in spirit blind:
The mind can shed a light

On each worthy labour done,
As lowliest things are bright
In the radiance of the sun.

The tailor, ay, the cobbler,

May lift their heads as men,Better far than Alexander,

Could he wake to life again, And think of all his bloodshed (And all for nothing too!) And ask himself-" What made I As useful as a shoe?"

REMEMBRANCES.

What cheers the musing student,
The poet, the divine?

The thought that for his followers
A brighter day will shine.
Let every human labourer

Enjoy the vision bright—

Let the thought that comes from heaven
Be spread like heaven's own light!

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REMEMBRANCES.

I REMEMBER, I remember,

The house where I was born,
The little window, where the sun,
Came peeping in at morn;

He never came a week too soon,
Nor brought too long a day;—
But now I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!

I remember, I remember,
The roses red and white,
The violets and the lily-cups-
Those flowers made of light;

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The lilacs where the robins built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum, on his birth-day-
The tree is living yet!

I remember, I remember,

Where I was used to swing,

And thought the air would rush as fresh
As swallows on the wing;

My spirit flew in feathers, then,
That is so heavy now,

And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow!

I remember, I remember,

The fir trees dark and high;

I used to think their slender spires,
Were close against the sky!
It was a childish ignorance,-
But now 'tis little joy

To know I'm further off from heaven,
Than when I was a boy.

CAROLINE NORTON.

AN EMBLEM OF LIFE.

OH! life is like the summer rill, where weary daylight dies; We long for morn to rise again, and blush along the skies: For dull and dark that stream appears, whose waters in

the day,

All glad in conscious sunniness,went dancing on their way. But when the glorious sun hath 'woke, and looked upon the earth,

And over hill and dale there float the sounds of human mirth ;

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We sigh to see day hath not brought its perfect light to all, For with the sunshine on those waves, the silent shadows fall.

Oh! like that changeful summer rill our years go gliding by, Now bright with joy, now dark with tears, before youth's eager eye,

And thus we vainly pant for all the rich and golden glow, Which young hope, like an early sun, upon its course can throw.

Soon o'er our half illumined hearts the stealing shadows

come,

And every thought that 'woke in light receives its share

of gloom;

And we weep while joys and sorrows both are fading from our view,

To find wherever sunbeams fall, the shadow cometh too.

NATHANIEL P. WILLIS.

AN AMERICAN POET.

A CHILD'S FIRST IMPRESSION OF A STAR.
SHE had been told that God made all the stars
That twinkled up in heaven; and now she stood
Watching the coming of the twilight on,

As if it were a new and perfect world,
And this were its first eve. She stood alone
By the low window, with the silken lash
Of her soft eye upraised, and her sweet mouth
Half parted with the new and strange delight
Of beauty that she could not comprehend,
And had not seen before. The purple folds
Of the low sunset clouds, and the blue sky
That looked so still and delicate above,

Filled her young heart with gladness, and the eve

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