His voice of mirth hath ceased Amidst the vineyards! there is left no place Earth must take earth to moulder on her breast; Yet mourn ye not as they Whose spirit's light is quench'd-for him the past All is not here of our beloved and bless'd Leave ye the sleeper with his God to rest! MISCELLANEOUS PIECES. THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP.1 WHAT hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells? Thou hollow-sounding and mysterious main !— Pale glistening pearls, and rainbow-colour'd shells, Bright things which gleam unreck'd of and in vain!— Keep, keep thy riches, melancholy sea! We ask not such from thee. Yet more, the depths have more!-what wealth untold, Far down, and shining through their stillness lies! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies!Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main! Earth claims not these again. Yet more, the depths have more!-thy waves have roll'd Above the cities of a world gone by! Sand hath fill'd up the palaces of old, Sea-weed o'ergrown the halls of revelry.Dash o'er them, ocean! in thy scornful play! Man yields them to decay. 'Originally introduced in the "Forest Sanctuary." VOL. IV. ———— 13 (145) Yet more! the billows and the depths have more! -- The battle-thunders will not break their rest. Keep thy red gold and gems, thou stormy grave! Give back the true and brave! Give back the lost and lovely!-those for whom And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song! Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown But all is not thine own. To thee the love of woman hath gone down, BRING FLOWERS. BRING flowers, young flowers, for the festal board, |