I GO SWEET FRIENDS!

I Go, sweet friends! yet think of me

When spring's young voice awakes the flowers,

For we have wandered far and free

In those bright hours, the violet's hours.

I go, but when you pause to hear,

From distant hills, the Sabbath-bell On summer-winds float silvery clear, Think on me then-I loved it well!

Forget me not around your hearth,
When cheerly smiles the ruddy blaze,
For dear hath been its evening mirth
To me, sweet friends, in other days.

And, oh

when music's voice is heard To melt in strains of parting woe,

When hearts to love and grief are stirred,

Think of me then! I go, I go!

F. B. H.

THE MOON.

THE Moon is sailing o'er the sky,
But lonely all, as if she pined
For somewhat of companionship,
And felt it were in vain she shined:

Earth is her mirror, and the stars
Are as a court around the throne;

She is a beauty and a queen,-
But what is this, she is alone.

Is there not one-not one-to share
Thy glorious royalty on high?

I cannot choose but pity thee,

Thou lovely orphan of the sky.

I'd rather be the meanest flower

That grows, my mother-earth, on thee;

So there were others of my kin,

To blossom, droop, and die with me.

Earth, thou hast sorrow, grief, and death; But with these better could I bear, Than rule within yon radiant sky,

And be a solitary there.

L. E. LANDON.

THE WORDS OF A FRIEND.

WORDS to remember are those that are spoken From lips that are breathing the tones of the

heart,

Cherish'd like vows that are not to be broken,

These from our memories ne'er should depart. The voice of the stranger may charm for a season, The song of the syren the moment may please, But the words of a friend, breathing love wed to

reason,

Words to remember and cherish are these.

Words to remember are those that are plighted When young hearts are blending their earliest

VOWS:

For hearts, like the flowers of spring, may be blighted,

And droop like the blossom that falls from the boughs.

But time cannot alter the voice of affection, Though seasons may change both the flowers

and the trees,

For faithful love's tones, amid joy or dejection, Words to remember and cherish are these.

H. SMARD.

LOVE OF HOME.

"The heart leaps fondly to that land,
Where the cottage-homes of childhood stand,
Though humble may be each hearth;
And pledges its weal in a manly tear,
When on foreign strands there meets the ear
A song from his land of birth."

THE FATHER-LAND.

WHERE is the true man's father-land?
Is it where he by chance is born?
Doth not the yearning spirit scorn
In such scant borders to be spanned?
O, yes! his father-land must be,
As the blue heaven, wide and free!

Is it alone where freedom is,

Where God is God, and man is man? Doth he not claim a broader span For the soul's love of home than this? O, yes! his father-land must be,

As the blue heaven, wide and free!

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OLD SCOTIA'S PIPE.

Where'er a human heart doth wear

Joy's myrtle-wreath, or sorrow's gyves, Where'er a human spirit strives After a life more true and fair,

There is the true man's birth-place grand, His is a world-wide father-land!

Where'er a single slave doth pine,

Where'er one man may help another,-
Thank God for such a birthright, brother,
That spot of earth is thine and mine!
There is the true man's birth-place grand,
His is a world-wide father-land!

LOWELL.

OLD SCOTIA'S PIPE.

OLD Scotia's wild romantic pipe!
Long linked with many a stirring tale,
I love to hear thy martial notes,

Come swelling on the gale.

What glorious deeds they bring to mind,
That yet will wake the heroic lyre-
Deeds that evince a Roman soul,

And "more than Roman fire."