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THE HUMAN SEASONS.
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man : He has his lusty spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span : He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring's honeyed cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
He furleth close; contented so to look
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook. He has his Winter too of pale misfeature, Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
ON A PICTURE OF LEANDER.
Come hither, all sweet maidens soberly,
Down-looking aye, and with a chastened light,
IIid in the fringes of your eyelids white, And meekly let your fair hands joined be, As if so gentle that ye could not see,
Untouched, a victim of your beauty bright,
Sinking away to his young spirit's night, Sinking bewildered ’mid the dreary sea: 'Tis young Leander toiling to his death;
Nigh swooning, he doth purse his weary lips
O horrid dream ! see how his body dips
TO AILSA ROCK,
HEARKEN, thou craggy ocean pyramid !
Give answer from thy voice, the sea-fowl's screams!
When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams ! When, from the sun, was thy broad forehead hid ? How long is't since the mighty power bid
Thee heave to airy sleep from fathom dreams?
Sleep in the lap of thunder or sunbeams?
Thy life is but two dead eternities-
First with the whales, last with the eagle-skiesDrowned wast thou till an earthquake made thee steep
Another cannot wake thy giant size.
C. SHERMAN, PRIXTER.