O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the rainbow's rim, Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms, Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Blest is thy dwelling-place, O, to abide in the desert with thee! IX. EPITHALAMIUM.* 1. I saw two clouds at morning, J. G. C. BRAINARD I thought that morning cloud was blest, 2. I saw two Summer currents, Flow smoothly to their meeting, And join their course with silent force, In peace each other greeting; Calm was their course through banks of green, 3. Such be your gentle motion, Till life's last pulse shall beat, Like Summer's beam, and Summer's stream, A calmer sea, where storms shall cease- * EP-I-THA-LA-MI-UM, a nuptial song or poem. X. STRENGTH OF AFFECTION. SHAKSPEARE Heaven and yourself Had part in this fair maid, now Heaven hath all; Your part in her you could not keep from death, XI. MEMORY OF THE DEPARTED. W. D. GALLAGEER. 1. When last the April bloom was flinging In forest aisles thy voice was ringing, Sweet odors on the air of Spring, 2. When last the maple-bud was swelling, XII. MIND. AKENSIDE. The immortal MIND, superior to his fate Till all its orbs and all its worlds of fire Firm through the closing ruin holds his way, XIII. THE FLIGHT OF TIME. 1. Faintly flow, thou falling river, Burying all its treasures there. J. G. PERCIVAL 2. Roses bloom, and then they wither, Cheeks are bright, then fade and die, Shapes of light are wafted hither, Then, like visions, hurry by: Home of happiness and rest. Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, The mere materials, with which Wisdom builds, XVI. FALSEHOOD. Let falsehood be a stranger to thy lips, Shame on the policy that first began HAVARD To tamper with the heart to hide its thoughts; EXERCISE CXXXII. THE TEMPEST. GEORGE D. PRENTICE. 1. I never was a man of feeble courage. There are few scenes of either human or elemental strife, upon which I have not looked with a brow of daring. I have stood in the front of the battle when the swords were gleaming and circling around me like fiery serpents in the air. I have seen these things with a swelling soul, that knew not, that recked no danger. 2. But there is something in the thunder's voice, that makes me tremble like a child. I have tried to overcome this unmanly weakness. I have called pride to my aid; I have sought for moral courage in the lessons of philosophy, but it avails me nothing. At the first low moaning of the distant cloud, my heart shrinks and dies within me. 3. My involuntary dread of thunder had its origin in an incident that occurred when I was a boy of ten years. I had a little cousin, a girl of the same age as myself, who had been the constant companion of my youth. Strange, that, after the lapse of many years, that occurrence should be so familiar to me! I can see the bright young creature, her eyes flashing like a beautiful gem, her free locks streaming as in joy upon the rising gale, and her cheeks glowing, like a ruby, through a wreath of transparent snow. 4. Her voice had the melody and joyousness of a bird's, and when she bounded over the wooded hill, or fresh green valley, shouting a glad answer to every voice of nature, and clapping her little hands in the ecstasy of young existence, she looked as if breaking away, like a free nightingale, from the earth, and going off where all things are beautiful like her. 5. It was a morning in the middle of August. The little girl had been passing some days at my father's house, and |