Let through!-such glory should have radiant room! "Speak to me, brethren bright! Ye who are floating in these living beams! Of our bright mother with its thoughts of flame- "Tell me what power have ye? What are the heights ye reach upon your wings? I perish but to see? Are ye thought-rapid ?-Can ye fly as far- "Where has the Pleiad gone ? Where have all missing stars* found light and home? *Missing stars' are often spoken of in the old books of astronomy. Hipparchus mentions one that appeared and vanished very suddenly; and in the beginning of the sixteenth century Kepler discovered a new star near the heel of the right foot of Serpentarius, "so bright and sparkling that it exceeded any thing he had ever seen before." He "took notice that it was every moment changing into some of the colors of the rainbow, except when it was near the horizon, when it was generally white." It disappeared in the following year, and has not been seen since. † A wonderful star in the neck of the Whale, discovered by Fabricius in the fifteenth century. It appears and disappears seven times in six years, and continues in the greatest lustre for fifteen days together. Why sits the Pole-star lone ? And why, like banded sisters, through the air "Ben Khorat! dost thou mark ? The star! the star? By heaven! the cloud drifts o'er ! Gone-and I live! nay-will my heart beat more? Look! master! 'tis all dark! Not a clear speck in heaven ?-my eyeballs smother! Break through the clouds once more! oh starry mother! "I will lie down! Yet stay, The rain beats out the odor from the gums, And strangely soft to-night the spice-wind comes ! I am a child alway When it is on my forehead! Abra sweet! "My barb! my glorious steed! Methinks my soul would mount upon its track Quicken my pulse!-Oh Allah! I get wild! "Nay-nay-I had forgot! My mother! my star mother!-Ha! my breath Dying!-Farewell! good master!-room! more room! Abra! I loved thee! star! bright star! I -come!" How idly of the human heart we speak, Is the school homily, that Eden's fruit 'Twould burn, might light us clearly through the world; But Knowledge hath a far more 'wildering tongue, May hang within his reach, and when, with thirst THE WIFE'S APPEAL. "Love borrows greatly from opinion. Pride, above all things, strengthens affection."-E. L. BULWER. He sat and read. A book with silver clasps, All gorgeous with illuminated lines Of gold and crimson, lay upon a frame Before him. 'Twas a volume of old time; And in it were fine mysteries of the stars Solved with a cunning wisdom, and strange thoughts, Clearer than truth, and speculations wild That touch'd the secrets of your very soul, They were so based on Nature. With a face And Socrates, with godlike human love Of times gone by that made them; and old bards, Around the room were shelves of dainty lore, And rich old pictures hung upon the walls Where the slant light fell on them; and wrought gems, And on a table of enamel, wrought With a lost art in Italy, there lay Prints of fair women, and engravings rare, And in their midst a massive lamp of bronze |