I have fastened it under thy pinion, While the blue ether shows not a speck: SPARKLING AND BRIGHT. BY C. F. HOFFMAN. SPARKLING and bright in liquid light With hue as red as the rosy bed Which a bee would wish to dream in. As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim, Oh! if Mirth might arrest the flight Of Time, through Life's dominions, We here awhile would now beguile To drink to-night with hearts as light, As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim, But since delight can't tempt the wight, Nor Love himself can hold the elf, Nor sober Friendship stay him, We'll drink to-night with hearts as light, As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim, THE LAST SONG. BY JAMES G. BROOKS. STRIKE the wild harp yet once again! Be hushed in death for evermore. Strike the wild harp yet once again! Then be its fitful chords unstrung, Silent as is the grave's domain, And mute as the death-mouldered tongue. Yea, there shalt thou rest thee With none to molest thee,- THE WIFE'S SONG. BY WILLIAM LEGGETT. As the tears of the even, By the sweet light of heaven, Seem gems on each spray; So gladness to-morrow Shall shine on thy brow, The more bright for the sorrow That darkens now. Yet if fortune, believe me, Have evil in store, Though each other deceive thee, I'll love thee the more. As ivy leaves cluster More greenly and fair, When winter winds bluster Round trees that are bare. I KNOW THAT THOU ART FAR AWAY. BY JAMES NACK. I KNOW that thou art far away, My still expectant glances stray Inquiring for thy sight. Though all too sure that thy sweet face Can bless no glance of mine, At every turn, in every place, I hope-how vain the hope, I know- Mine eyes will seek thee, and my heart Will love thee every where. A HEALTH. BY MISS ELIZABETH C. CLINCH. FILL high the cup!-the young and gay Fill high the cup!-yet ere its brim One young and smiling lip has pressed, The cordial wish each lip repeats, A sudden pause in festive glee What thought hath hushed the thought of mirth, Hath checked each heart's hilarity, And given to sadness birth? O! read it in the shades that steal "Would he were with us now!" |