SELECTIONS IN POETRY. The Land of my Birth. H. E. Burton. DEAR shades of my country! dear land of my birth! Ye dark waving pines, whose deep-murmuring boughs Oh when, in your shadows again shall I rest? The sweet evening chime that enchanted my ear, I never again with soft transport shall hear, Dear scenes of my childhood! dear haunts of my youth! But she who has loved you with ardour and truth My country! my country! for thee do I weep- B The World Restored. J. Edmeston, Esq. THIS world was once a paradise : When sin shall have its overthrow, When sea and shore hill - plain and dell Shall own thy power, Emannuel! Who could look on this universe, Its ever-varied face, Its beautiful sublimities, And every softer grace, And not confess how passing fair, The glories of the summer-noon, The woods, the waters, each have shone With countless beauties of their own. But how hath man with wickedness War rapine murder - cruelty Transform'd it to a wild; And hateful spirits spread their wing Like fiends in Eden revelling. |