THE PLEASURE BOAT.

Sparkling in scorn of summer's heat,
High up some mountain rift.

The winds are fresh; she's driving fast

Upon the bending tide,

The crinkling sail, and crinkling mast,

Go with her side by side.

Why dies the breeze away so soon?
Why hangs the pennant down?
The sea is glass; the sun at noon.—
-Nay, lady, do not frown;

For, see, the winged fisher's plume
Is painted on the sea:

Below, a cheek of lovely bloom.

-Whose eyes look up at thee?

She smiles; thou needst must smile on her.
And, see, beside her face

A rich, white cloud that doth not stir.-
What beauty, and what grace!

And pictured beach of yellow sand,
And peaked rock, and hill,

Change the smooth sea to fairy land.—

How lovely and how still!

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THE PLEASURE BOAT.

From that far isle the thresher's flail
Strikes close upon the ear;

The leaping fish, the swinging sail

Of yonder sloop sound near.

LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP.

BY W. LEGGETT.

THE birds, when winter shades the sky,
Fly o'er the seas away,

Where laughing isles in sunshine lie,
And summer breezes play :

And thus the friends that flutter near
While fortune's sun is warm,

Are startled if a cloud appear,
And fly before the storm.

But when from winter's howling plains

Each other warbler's past,

The little snow bird still remains,

And cherups midst the blast.

Love, like that bird, when friendship's throng

With fortune's sun depart,

Still lingers with its cheerful song,

And nestles on the heart.

LINES FOR MUSIC.

BY T. S. FAY.

OVER forest and meadow the night breeze is stealing,
The blush of the sunset is glowing no more—
And the stream which we love, harmless fires revealing,
With ripples of silver, is kissing the shore.

I have watched from the beach which your presence enchanted,

In the star-lighted heaven each beautiful gem,

And I sighed as I thought, ere the break of the morning,
From the gaze of my eyes you must vanish like them.
Then stay where the night-breeze o'er flowers is stealing,
And raise your young voices in music once more;
Let them blend with the stream, its soft murmurs reveal-
ing,

In the ripples of silver which roll to the shore.

But when summer has fled, and yon flowers have faded,

And the fields and the forests are withered and sere

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When the friends now together, by distance are parted,
Leaving nothing but winter and loneliness here;
Will you think of the hour, when in friendship united,

I lingered at evening to bid you adieu;

When I paused by the stream, with the stars so delighted, And wished I might linger for ever with you?

Oh, forget not the time when that night-breeze was stealing,

Though desolate oceans between us may roar,

The beach and the stars-and the waters revealing

Thoughts bright as the ripples which break on the shore.