POEMS. Stained with blood and never tiring, And the Saviour speaks in mildness ;—- And that bird is called the crossbill; In the groves of pine it singeth THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS. FROM THE GERMAN OF HEINRICH HEINE THE sea hath its pearls, The heaven hath its stars; But my heart, my heart, My heart hath its love. Great are the sea and the heaven; Yet greater is my heart, Flashes and beams my love. POEMS. Thou, little, youthful maiden, My heart, and the sea, and the heaven |