I build my emerald temples there when summer wanders by; I stir the mighty intellect, and nations rise or fall I am that earthly Deity, the light and love of all! THE LOST PATH. THOMAS DAVIS. SWEET thoughts, bright dreams, my comfort be, All comfort else has flown; For every hope was false to me, And here I am, alone. What thoughts were mine, in early youth! Like some old Irish song, I hoped to right my native isle, I hoped to rest in woman's smile, I have no woman's heart or hand, But fancy has a magic power, It brings me wealth and crown, And woman's love, the self-same hour Sweet thoughts, bright dreams, my comfort be, Oh throng around, and be to me Power, country, fame, and bride. THE GIFT OF POESY. PHILIP JAMES BAILEY. APOLLO laid his lyre upon a stone The stone was seized with music, and the touch Of mortal could awake the god's own tone For ever after. Marvel ye not much : Wherever God may choose, or man may dwell, This is an ever acting miracle. When once the gift of Godlike poesy Hath touch'd the heart, it answers everything In its own tongue, but in a harmony Instinct with heaven. Let the world then fling Its arms of honour round the poet's breast, And heaven shall hear earth's music, and have rest. THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE. ROBERT SOUTHEY, BORN AT BRISTOL, AUGUST 12, 1774, A WELL there is in the west country, An oak and an elm tree stand beside, A traveller came to the well of St. Keyne, For from cock-crow he had been travelling, And there was not a cloud in the sky. He drank of the water so cool and clear, And he sat down upon the bank, Under the willow tree. There came a man from the neighbouring town, At the well to fill his pail; On the well-side he rested it And bade the stranger hail. "Now art thou a bachelor, stranger?"' quoth he, "For an if thou hast a wife, The happiest draught thou hast drunk this day That ever thou didst in thy life, "Or has thy good woman, if one thou hast, For an if she have, I'll venture my life "I have left a good woman who never was here," The stranger he made reply; "But that my draught should be better for that, I pray you answer me why." "St. Keyne," quoth the Cornishman, "many a time Drank of this crystal well; And before the angel summon'd her, "If the husband of this gifted well A happy man henceforth is he, "But if the wife should drink it first, God help the husband then !" The stranger stoop'd to the well of St. Keyne, And drank of the water again. "You drank of the well, I warrant, betimes !" He to the Cornishman said: But the Cornishman smiled as the stranger spake, And sheepishly shook his head : "I hasten'd as soon as the wedding was done, But, i' faith, she had been wiser than me, THE LAND OF FAME. ANONYMOUS. FROM THE AMERICAN MISCELLANY." FEW pierce this limbo-land of cloud, Yet inroads on this gloomy realm, |