The sun, the moon, the stars, the sea, Methinks thou smil'st before me All- to the wall-flower and wild now, With glance of stealth; The hair thrown back from thy full brow In buoyant health; I see thine eyes' deep violet light, Thy dimpled cheek carnationed bright, Thy clasping arms so round and It doth not own, whate'er may seem, white, An inward birth; JAMES MONTGOMERY. LOVE OF COUNTRY AND OF HOME. THERE is a land, of every land the pride, Beloved by heaven, o'er all the world beside; Where brighter suns dispense serener light, And milder moons emparadise the night: A land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth, Time-tutored age and love-exalted youth: Happy when her welfare calls, Onward, onward may we press Excellence, true beauty. Closer, closer let us knit Hearts and hands together, Where our fireside comforts sit In the wildest weather; Oh! they wander wide who roam, FRIEND AFTER FRIEND de- FRIEND after friend departs; Were this frail world our final rest, Beyond this flight of time Beyond the reign of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward and expire. There is a world above Where parting is unknown: Formed for the good alone: Thus star by star declines, Till all are past away, As morning high and higher shines, light. Till fast declining, one by one, That smiling left the mountain's brow, As though its waters ne'er could sever, Yet e'er it reached the plain below, Breaks into floods that part forever. O you, that have the charge of love, Keep him in rosy bondage bound! As in the fields of bliss above He sits, with flowerets fettered round; Loose not a tie that round him clings, Nor ever let him use his wings For even an hour, a minute's flight Will rob the plumes of half their light. Like that celestial bird,-whose nest Is found beneath far eastern skies, Whose wings, though radiant when at rest, Lose all their glory when he flies. [From Lalla Rookh.] RECOGNITION OF A CONGENIAL SPIRIT. OH! there are looks and tones that dart Like broken clouds,- or like the An instant sunshine through the stream, heart, |