"And there we hunted the walrus, The narwhale, and the seal; Ha! 't was a noble game! "To the northward stretched the desert, And like the lightning's flame How far I fain would know; So at last I sallied forth, "To the west of me was the ocean, Till after three days more. "The days grew longer and longer, Of the red midnight sun. "And then uprose before me, "The sea was rough and stormy, But onward still I sailed. "Four days I steered to eastward, Four days without a night : Flew our harpoons of steel. It hailed the ships, and cried, "Sail on, | Though at times his heart beats wild Ye mariners, the night is gone." And hurried landward far away, It said unto the forest, "Shout! It touched the wood-bird's folded wing, And o'er the farms, "O chanticleer, It whispered to the fields of corn, It shouted through the belfry-tower, It crossed the churchyard with a sigh, THE FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY OF AGASSIZ. MAY 28, 1857. IT was fifty years ago In the pleasant month of May, And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying: "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." "Come, wander with me," she said, "Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away And whenever the way seemed long, She would sing a more wonderful song, So she keeps him still a child, For the beautiful Pays de Vaud; Come to me, O ye children! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere. For what are all our contrivings, |