And be busy in his dream; And he'll float to his eye in morning light He hears the sound of the hunter's gun, And rides on the echo back, And sighs in his ear, like a stirring leaf, And flits in his woodland track. The shade of the wood, and the sheen of the river, The cloud and the open sky He will haunt them all with his subtle quiver, Like the light of your very eye. The fisher hangs over the leaning boat, And ponders the silver sea, For Love is under the surface hid, And a spell of thought has he. He heaves the wave like a bosom sweet, Till the bait is gone from the crafty line, He blurs the print of the scholar's book, In the darkest night, and the bright daylight, In every home of human thought, Will Love be lurking nigh. ANDRE'S REQUEST TO WASHINGTON. It is not the fear of death It is not for another breath I ask thee now; I can die with a lip unstirr'd Let but this prayer be heard I can give up my mother's look My sister's kiss; I can think of love-yet brook A death like this! I can give up the young fame I burn'd to win All-but the spotless name Thine is the power to give, Thine to deny, Joy for the hour I live Calmness to die. By all the brave should cherish, By my dying breath, I ask that I may perish By a soldier's death! DAWN. "That line I learned not in the old sad song."-CHARLES LAMB. THROW up the window! 'Tis a morn for life In its most subtle luxury. The air Is like a breathing from a rarer world; I had awoke from an unpleasant dream, Oh! could we wake from sorrow; were it all With looking on the lively tint of flowers- To make this beautiful, bright world its home! EXTRACT From a Poem delivered at the Departure of the Senior Class of Yale College, in 1827. WE shall go forth together. There will come Alike the day of trial unto all, And the rude world will buffet us alike. Temptation hath a music for all ears; And the ungovernable thought within But when the silence and the calm come on, Or the vain pomp of glory, there is writ There are distinctions that will live in heaven, The elevated brow of kings will lose His being hath a nobler strength in heaven. What is its earthly victory? Press on! For it hath tempted angels. Yet press on! For it shall make you mighty among men ; And from the eyrie of your eagle thought, |