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To meet, to know, to love-and then to part, Is the sad tale of many a human heart.
-A Couplet. SIMPLICITY.
Oh, I do love thee, meek Simplicity!
It was some spirit, Sheridan, that breath'd
O'er thy young mind such wildly-various power!
My soul hath marked thee in her shaping hour, Thy temples with Hymettian flowrets wreath'd: And sweet thy house, as when o'er Laura's bier
Sad music trembled thro' Vauclusa's glade;
Sweet, as at dawn the love-lorn Serenade That wasts soft dreams to Slumber's list'ning ear. Now patriot Rage and Indignation high Swell the full tones! And now thine eye-beams
dance Meanings of Scorn and Wit's quaint revelry!
Writhes inly from the bosom-probing glance The Apostate by the brainless rout adored, As erst that elder Fiend beneath great Michael's sword.
TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON.
Mild splendor of the various-vested night!
My heart has thanked thee, Bowles, for those soft
strains Whose sadness soothes me, like the murmuring
Of wild bees in the sunny showers of spring! For hence not callous to the mourner's pains Thro' Youth's gay prime and thornless paths I
And I did roam, a thought-bewildered man,
To slumber, tho' the big tear it renewed:
Bidding such strange mysterious pleasure brood Over the wavy and tumultuous mind,
As made the soul enamoured of her woe:
As when a child on some long winter's night,
Affrighted clinging to its Grandam's knees, With eager wond'ring and pertubed delight
Listens strange tales of fearful dark decrees Muttered to wretch by necromantic spell;
Or of those hags, who at the witching time
Of murky midnight ride the air sublime, And mingle foul embrace with friends of Hell:
Cold Horror drinks its blood! Anon the tear More gentle starts, to hear the Beldame tell
Of pretty babes, that loved each other dear, Murdered by cruel Uncle's mandate fell:
Ev'n such the shiv'ring joys thy tones impart, Ev'n so thou, Siddons, meltest my sad heart!
Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West! How many various-fated years have passed, What blissful and what anguished hours, since
last I skimmed the smooth thin stone along thy breast,
Numbering its light leaps! Yet so deep imprest Sink the sweet scenes of Childhood, that mine eyes I never shut amid the sunny blaze,
But straight with all their tints thy waters rise, Thy crossing plank, thy margin's willowy maze;
And bedded sand that, veined with various dyes, Gleamed through thy bright transparence to the
gaze! Visions of Childhood! oft have ye beguiled Lone Manhood's cares, yet waking fondest sighs. Ah! that once more I were a careless child!
Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.
Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight.
“Halt!” —the dust-brown ranks stood fast; “Fire!''-out blazed the rifle-blast.
It shivered the window, pane and sash; It rent the banner with seam and gash.
And where are the foes who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps'
pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of Aight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave. Oh, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desola
tion! Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven
rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved
us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just; And this be our motto: “In God is our trust;" And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
FRANCIS Scott Key.
Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf;
She leaned far out on the window-sill, And shook it forth with a royal will.
“Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,” she said.
A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came;
The nobler nature within him stirred
“Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!” he said. All day long through Frederick street Sounded the tread of marching feet;
All day long that free flag tost Over the heads of the rebel host.
Ever its torn folds rose and fell
And through the hill-gaps sunset light
What cordial welcomes greet the guest
In woodland homes,
Power, at thy bounds,
now; Deep in the brightness of thy skies, The thronging years in glory rise,
And, as they fleet,
Before thine eye
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
Honor to her! and let a tear
Over Barbara Frietchie's grave, Flag of freedom and union, wave! Peace and order and beauty draw Round thy symbol of light and law;
And ever the stars from above look down
John GREENLEAF WhittiER.
THE AMERICAN FLAG.
O MOTHER of a mighty race,
With words of shame
For on thy cheeks the glow is spread
Thy hopeful eye
Ay, let them rail, those haughty ones,
Would rise to throw
When Freedom from her mountain-height
Unfurl'd her standard to the air,
And set the stars of glory there;
Who rear'st alost thy regal form,
When strive the warriors of the storm, And rolls the thunder-drum of heavenChild of the sun! to thee 'tis given
To guard the banner of the free,
The harbingers of victory!
They know not, in their hate and pride,
What generous men