One glorious orb by day we hail, By night one faithful ray. Thus God his undivided light Pours on life's troubled wave; Thus hope, meek star, through death's still night, Monarch of heaven, Eternal One, To thee, as followers of thy Son, These arches, springing to the sky, And wilt thou, Omnipresent, deign Devotion's eye shall drink the light And Faith, and Penitence, and Love, To thee:-O hear them from above, The Bride.-ANONYMOUS. Ir hath passed, my daughter; fare thee well! O, then remember her who grieves Is like some desert, lone and wild, No bird nor flower its shades among. And when thy children climb the knee, Thou leavest broken-hearted here; To God's own footstool, let them crave Who slumbers in the peaceful grave. When care shall dim thy sunny eye, And, one by one, the ties are broken Will linger yet-thy mother's token; My only child, farewell! farewell! On seeing an Eagle pass near me in Autumn Twilight.G. MELLEN. SAIL on, thou lone imperial bird, Of quenchless eye and tireless wing; As the night's breezes round thee ring! Is thy unequalled daring done, Thou stoop'st to earth so lowly now? Or hast thou left thy rocking dome, Else why thy dusky pinions bend So closely to this shadowy world, Yet lonely is thy shattered nest, The golden light that bathes thy plumes, Falls cheerless on earth's desert tombs, And makes the North's ice-mountains bright. So come the eagle-hearted down, So come the proud and high to earth, So quails the mind's undying eye, That bore unveiled fame's noontide sun; So man seeks solitude, to die, His high place left, his triumphs done. So, round the residence of power, Clouds dark as bathe the eagle's pines From God's pure throne-the light that saves! It warms the spirit as it soars, And sheds deep radiance round our graves. To the Hon. Theodore Frelinghuysen, on reading his eloquent Speech in defence of Indian Rights. W L. GARRISON. Ir unto marble statues thou hadst spoken, If Honor, Justice, Truth, had not forsaken The place long hallowed as their bright abode, The faith of treaties never had been shaken, Our country would have kept the trust she owed; Nor Violence nor Treachery had taken Away those rights which nature's God bestowed. Fruitless thy mighty efforts-vain appealing Our land—once green as Paradise-is hoary, Whose wrongs eternity can tell—not time; Yet, FRELINGHUYSEN, gratitude is due thee, Be not dismayed. On God's own strength relying, For thee, ten thousand prayers are heavenward flying; Genius Slumbering.—PERCIVAL. HE sleeps, forgetful of his once bright fame; And yet not all forgotten sleeps he there; There are who still remember how he bore Upward his daring pinions, till the air Seemed living with the crown of light he wore; There are who, now his early sun has set, Nor can, nor will forget. He sleeps, and yet, around the sightless eye He will not sleep for ever, but will rise Fresh to more daring labors; now, even now, Yes, he will break his sleep; the spell is gone; Keen as the famished eagle darts her wing; He rushes forth to conquer: shall they take They, who, with feebler pace, still kept their way, When he forgot the contest-shall they take, Now he renews the race, the victor's bay? Still let them strive-when he collects his might, He will assert his right. The spirit cannot always sleep in dust, Whose essence is ethereal; they may try To darken and degrade it; it may rust Dimly awhile, but cannot wholly die; And, when it wakens, it will send its fire Intenser forth and higher. |