If Anna spoke, 'twas often she expressed
The thought just forming in Maria's breast;
And if Maria hastened to pursue

Some object, 'twas what Anna had in view.
No wonder-for the same maternal pang
Brought them to being, and they both did hang
On the same breast, and drew the nutrient

stream

From the same fount; one cradle nestled them.
Both frolic in gay childhood's rapturous years,
Undamped as yet by life's maturer cares;
And each the others arms in hers entwine,

While breast to breast, and cheek on cheek re

cline,

As from their eyes infantine beams the while
Glance back affection in each cherub smile.
So spring, sweet buds, as flowrets of one tree,
Still nestling on the breast that suckled thee;
Still twining round her heart, while in her arms
Thy father sees renewed the mother's charms.
And still together linked, nor e'er to sever.
Till both in heaven are joined in love for ever.

T. SELSER.

THE CHAUNTING CHERUBS.

A PICTURE.

WHENCE came ye, Cherubs? from the moon?

Or from a shining star?

Ye sure are sent a blessed boon,

From kinder worlds afar;

For while I look my heart is all delight:
Earth has no creatures half so pure and bright.

From moon, nor star, we hither flew;
The moon doth wane away;

The stars they pale at morning dew:
We're children of the day;

Nor change, nor night was ever ours to bear;
Eternal light, and love, and joy we share.

Then, sons of light, from Heaven above,
Some blessed news ye bring.

Come ye to chaunt eternal love,

And tell how angels sing,

And in your breathing conscious forms to show How purer forms above, live, breathe and glow.

Our parent is a human mind;

His winged thoughts are we; To sun nor stars are we confined:

We pierce the deepest sea.

Moved by a brother's call, our father bade
Us light on earth: and here our flight is stayed.

DANA.

LOST BROTHERHOOD.

In a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy trees,

Thy branches ne'er remember

Their green felicities:

The north cannot undo them,

With a sleeky whistle through them;
Nor frozen thawings glue them

From budding at the prime.

In a dreary nighted December,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne'er remember
Apollo's summer look;

But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay their crystal fretting,

Never, never petting

About the frozen time.

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THE SISTERS OF SCIO.

Ah! would 'twere so with many

A gentle girl and boy!

But were there ever any

Writhed not at passed joy?

To know the change and feel it,
When there is none to heal it,
Nor numbed sense to steal it,
Was never said in rhyme.

KEATS.

THE SISTERS OF SC10.

"SISTER, Sweet sister! let me weep a while!

Bear with me-give the sudden passion way! Thoughts of our own last home, our sunny isle,

Come, as a wind that o'er a reed hath sway! Till my heart dies with yearnings and sick fears: Oh! could my life melt from me in these tears!

"Our father's voice, our mother's gentle eye, Our brother's bounding step-where are they, where?

Desolate, desolate our chambers lie!

How hast thou won thy spirit from despair? O'er mine swift shadows, gusts of terror sweep, I sink away-bear with me--let me weep!"

"Yes, weep, my sister; weep till from thy heart The weight flow forth in tears, yet sink thou

not;

I bind my sorrow to a lofty part,

For thee, my gentle one; our orphan lot To meet in quenchless trust; my soul is strong, Thou, too, wilt rise in holy might ere long.

"A breath of our free heavens and noble sires, A memory of our old victorious dead,These mantle me with power; and though their fires

In a frail censer briefly may be shed,

Yet shall they light us onward, side by side ;Have the wild birds, and have not we, a guide?

"Cheer, then, belov'd! on whose meek brow is set

Our mother's image--in whose voice a tone, A faint sweet sound of her's, is lingering yet;

An echo of our childhood's music gone ;Cheer thee, thy sister's heart and faith are high, Our path is one-with thee I live and die."

HEMANS.