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CONTENTS.

The Leaf. By S. G. Goodrich.............

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The Beggar.....

The Departed. By Park Benjamin..

Death. By W. B. O. Peabody..

The Pilgrim Fathers. By John Pierpont....

Infidelity. By R. C. Sands.............

The Future. By Anna M. Wells....

Genius Slumbering. By J. G. Percival....

Genius Waking. By the same........

White Roses. By Louisa P. Smith....

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The Coral Insect. By Lydia H. Sigourney..

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To a Waterfowl. By W. C. Bryant....

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To My Companions..

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A Flight of Fancy. By Park Benjamin..

The Dilemma. By O. W. Holmes......

A Love Letter. By J. G. W.

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The Exile. By C. Sherry......

Sonnet. By Anna M. Wells.......

May. By J. G. Percival.

The Gladiator. By J. A. Jones.

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The Arctic Lover to his Mistress. By W. C. Bryant... 97

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To the Memory of J. G. C. Brainard. By J. G. Whit-

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Lines. By J. G. Percival..

Sunrise on the Hills. By H. W. Longfellow......

America to Great Britain. By Washington Allston.

Love Unchangeable. By R. Dawes.............

The Star and the Lily. By O. W. Holmes..

To My Cigar. By Charles Sprague...

To the South Wind. By J. W. Miller...

Highland Ballad. By J. W. Miller...

Love. By F. G. Halleck....

The Mermaid's Song. By H. F. Gould.............. 148

The Shower. By J. W. Miller.....

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His Captors to Andre. By J. W. Miller........

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Funeral of the Osage Warrior. By Lydia H. Sig-

A Health. By Edward C. Pinkney...

To a Child....

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Hymn of Nature. By W. B. O. Peabody.

The Little Beach Bird. By R. H. Dana........

Morning among the Hills. By J. G. Percival...

To a Lady. By J. W. Miller......

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The Dying Seneca. By O. W. Holmes...........

Painting. By P. M. Wetmore.....

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The First Day of the Year. By S. J. Hale..

The Birth of Thunder. By W. J. Snelling..

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To the Witch Hazel......

Illustration of a Picture. By I. McLellan, Jr....

To -. By O. W. B. Peabody..

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The Storm of War. By J. G. C. Brainard...

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To the Daughter of a Friend. By J. G. C. Brainard... 207

The Sea Boy to his Barque. By G. D. Strong.....

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The Young. By W. G. Clark..

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To a Lady for a Nosegay. By J. G. C. Brainard..... 212

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A Morning Hymn. By W. G. Clark...

Night Winds. By Henry Lance........

The Last Request. By B. B. Thatcher..

A Sea Piece.

George Tucker....

Stanzas. By St.

The Lost at Sea. By J. O. Rockwell...

Returning a Stolen Ring. By C. Sherry..

Love and Friendship. By W. Leggett...

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Night. By F. S. Eckard..

To a Friend...

The Billet-doux. By F. A. Durivage....

Song. By Rufus Dawes..

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Song of the Bee. By O. C. Wyman..........

To a Lady with a withered Leaf. By W. G. Crosby.. 248

The Lyre. By M. Ward.......

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GEMS OF POETRY.

POETRY.

BY JAMES G. PERCIVAL.

THE world is full of Poetry-the air
Is living with its spirit; and the waves
Dance to the music of its melodies,

And sparkle in its brightness. Earth is veiled
And mantled with its beauty; and the walls,
That close the universe with crystal in,
Are eloquent with voices, that proclaim
The unseen glories of immensity,
In harmonies, too perfect, and too high,
For aught but beings of celestial mould,
And speak to man in one eternal hymn
Unfading beauty, and unyielding power.

The year leads round the seasons, in a choir
For ever charming, and for ever new;
Blending the grand, the beautiful, the gay,
The mournful, and the tender, in one strain,
Which steals into the heart, like sounds, that rise
Far off, in moonlight evenings, on the shore
Of the wide ocean resting after storms;

Or tones, that wind around the vaulted roof,
And pointed arches, and retiring aisles

Of some old, lonely minster, where the hand
Skilful, and moved, with passionate love of art,
Plays o'er the higher keys, and bears aloft
The peal of bursting thunder, and then calls
By mellow touches, from the softer tubes,
Voices of melting tenderness, that blend
With pure and gentle musings, till the soul,
Commingling with the melody, is borne,
Rapt, and dissolved in ecstasy, to Heaven.

"T is not the chime and flow of words, that move
In measured file, and metrical array;
"T is not the union of returning sounds,
Nor all the pleasing artifice of rhyme,
And quantity, and accent, that can give
This all pervading spirit to the ear,
Or blend it with the movings of the soul.
"T is a mysterious feeling, which combines
Man with the world around him, in a chain
Woven of flowers, and dipped in sweetness, till
He tastes the high communion of his thoughts
With all existences, in earth and heaven,
That meet him in the charm of grace and power
"T is not the noisy babbler, who displays,
In studied phrase, and ornate epithet,
And rounded period, poor and vapid thoughts,
Which peep from out the cumbrous ornaments
That overload their littleness. Its words