TO MY MOTHER FROM THE APPENINES. Mother! dear mother! the feelings nurst How the shorten'd chain brings me nearer thee! 'Tis midnight the lone mountains on The East is fleck'd with cloudy bars, And, gliding through them one by one, The moon walks up her path of stars The light upon her placid brow And happiness is mine to-night, Thus springing from an unseen fount; Its rays, like thine, fair Dian, flow Dear mother! in thy love I live; The life thou gav'st flows yet from thee— And, sun-like, thou hast power to give Life to the earth, air, sea, for me! Though wandering, as this moon above, LINES ON LEAVING EUROPE. BRIGHT flag at yonder tapering mast! And point as Freedom's eagle flew ! Strain home! oh lithe and quivering spars! Point home, my country's flag of stars! The wind blows fair! the vessel feels She leaps to the careering seas! In whose white breast I seem to lie, How oft, when blew this eastern gale, I've seen your semblance in the sky, And long'd with breaking heart to flee On cloud-like pinions o'er the sea! Adieu, oh lands of fame and eld! I turn to watch our foamy track, And thoughts with which I first beheld Yon clouded line, come hurrying back; My lips are dry with vague desire, My cheek once more is hot with joyMy pulse, my brain, my soul on fire!— Oh, what has changed that traveller-boy! As leaves the ship this dying foam, His visions fade behind his weary heart speeds home! Adieu, oh soft and southern shore, Where dwelt the stars long miss'd in heaven Those forms of beauty seen no more, Yet once to Art's rapt vision given! Oh, still th' enamor'd sun delays, And pries through fount and crumbling fane, To win to his adoring gaze Those children of the sky again! Irradiate beauty, such as never That light on other earth hath shone, Hath made this land her home forever; And could I live for this alone Were not my birthright brighter far Than such voluptuous slaves, can beHeld not the West one glorious star New-born and blazing for the freeSoar'd not to heaven our eagle yet Rome, with her Helot sons, should teach me to forget! Adieu, oh fatherland! I see Your white cliffs on th' horizon's rim, And though to freer skies I flee, My heart swells, and my eyes are dim! As knows the dove the task you give her, My fancy flew from climes more fair- Dear mother! in thy prayer, to-night, There come new words and warmer tears! On long, long darkness breaks the lightComes home the loved, the lost for years! Sleep safe, oh wave-worn mariner! Fear not, to-night, or storm or sea! The ear of heaven bends low to her! He comes to shore who sails with me! The spider knows the roof unriven, While swings his web, though lightnings blaze— And by a thread still fast on heaven, I know my mother lives and prays! Dear mother! when our lips can speak- When I can gaze upon thy cheek, And thou, with thy dear eyes, on me "Twill be a pastime little sad To trace what weight Time's heavy fingers Upon each other's forms have had— For all may flee, so feeling lingers! But there's a change, beloved mother! To share the heart once only mine! And hearts-that languish more than flowers! She was their light-their very air Room, mother! in thy heart! place for her in thy prayer! A TRUE INCIDENT. UPON a summer's morn, a southern mother Look'd where the busy travellers went and came. Pass'd from her thoughts all objects, leaving there, As in the water's breast, a mirror'd heaven-— |