Whence the sweet chimes proclaim the hallow'd day. The halls, from old heroic ages gray, Pour their fair children forth; and hamlets low, With whose thick orchard blooms the soft winds play, Send out their inmates in a happy flow, THE CHILDE'S DESTINY. "And none did love him,-not his lemans dear,—— But pomp and power alone are woman's care; And where these are, light Eros finds a frere." Byron. No mistress of the hidden skill, No wizard gaunt and grim, Her philosophic glance: "I bind thee with a spell," said she, "And trust me, 't is not that thy cheek Nor that thine eye is slow to spcak Hath caught its fire from bliss ; And while the young stars shine, "And 't is not that thy spirit, awed What we must still deny : I cannot tell the charm was wrought "Yet thine the brightest smile shall be And one shall give-perchance hath given, If she shall meet thee in the bower, Or name thee in the shrine, Oh! wear the ring, and guard the flower,Her heart may not be thine! "Go, set thy boat before the blast, Thy breast before the gun :- Go, dig the diamond from the wave, "I charm thee from the agony From doubt, and from disdain; Be thou from woman's love as free, TO THE MEMORY OF A FRIEND AND RELATIVE. "Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God." WE miss thy voice while early flowers are blow. ing, And the first blush of blossom clothes each bough, And the spring sunshine round our home is glow. ing, Soft as thy smile-thou wouldst be with us now With us!-we wrong thee by the earthly thought— Could our fond gaze but follow where thou art, Well might the glories of this world seem naught To the one promise given the pure in heart. Yet wert thou blest e'en here-oh! ever blest In thine own sunny thoughts and tranqu faith! The silent joy that still o'erflow'd thy breast, Needed but guarding from all change by death So is it seal'd to peace!-on thy clear brow Never was care one fleeting shade to casi, And thy calm days in brightness were to fl A holy stream untroubled to the last Farewell! thy life hath left surviving love Thus rests thy spirit still on those with whom WOMAN AND FAME. HAPPY-happier far than thou, Thou hast a charmed cup, O Fame, Away! to me a woman-bring Thou hast green laurel leaves that twine For that resplendent gift of thine, Heroes have smiled in death. Give me from some kind hand a flower, The record of one happy hour! Thou hast a voice, whose thrilling tone Can bid each life-pulse beat, As when a trumpet's note hath blown, Calling the brave to meet : But mine, let mine-a woman's breast, By words of home-born love be bless'd. A hollow sound is in thy song, A mockery in thine eye, To the sick heart that doth but long Fame, Fame! thou canst not be the stay The cool fresh fountain in the day Where must the lone one turn or flee? WASHINGTON'S STATUE. Sent from England to america. YES! rear thy guardian Hero's form There, as before a shrine to bow, For all things good shall plead. Shall pour o'er chainless earth. And let that work of England's hand, Sent through the blast and surge's roar, So girt with tranquil glory, stand For ages on thy shore! Such through all time the greetings be, Though a Christian banner from her wall, Ay, proudly did the banner wave, Deep, deep in Paynim dungeon, And low on many an Eastern field And mournful was their vigil On the beleaguer'd wall, And dark their slumber, dark with dreams Of slow defeat and fall. Yet a few hearts of Chivalry Rose high to breast the storm, And one-of all the lofticst thereThrill'd in a woman's form. A woman, meckly bending O'er the slumber of her child, With her soft sad eyes of weeping love, As the Virgin Mother's mild. Queen of St. Louis. Whilst besieged by the Turks la Da mietta, during the captivity of the king, her busband, she there gave birth to a son, whom she named Tristan, in commemoration of her misfortunes. Information being conveyed to he that the knights intrusted with the defence of the city had re solved on capitulation, she had them summoned to her apartment, and, by her heroic words, so wrought upon their spirits. that they vowed to defend her and the Cross to the last ex tremit Oh! roughly cradled was thy Babe, 'Midst the clash of spear and lance, And the city which for Christian prayer Hath heard the holy bell And a strange, wild bower was thine, young And is it these your hearts would yield Queen: Fair Marguerite of France! A dark and vaulted chamber, Of the warrior citadel; And there 'midst arms the couch was spread, For the Daughter of the Minstrel-land, For the bright Queen of St. Louis, The star of court and hall!— But the deep strength of the gentle heart, With her young babe on her breast! There were voices in the city, Voices of wrath and fear- Yield! yield! and let the crescent gleam They bore those fearful tidings To the sad Queen where she layThey told a tale of wavering hearts, Of treason and dismay : The blood rush'd through her pearly cheek, The sparkle to her eye "Now call me hither those recreant knights, From the bands of Italy!' Then through the vaulted chambers And heavily the sounding floor Yes-as before the Falcon shrinks So shrank they from th' imperial glance And her flute-like voice rose clear and high, "The honour of the Lily Is in your hands to keep, And the Banner of the Cross, for Him Who died on Calvary's steep: The proposal to capitulate is attributed by the French historian to the Knights of Pisu. To the godless Infidel? "Then bring me here a breastplate, And a helm, before ye fly, And I will gird my woman's form, And on the ramparts die! And the Boy whom I have borne for woe, Shall go within mine arms to death "Look on him as he slumbers In the shadow of the Lance! A Woman and a Queen, to guard Before her words they thrill'd, like leaves And her Babe awoke to flashing swords, As they gather'd round the helpless One, Again a noble band! "We are thy warriors, Lady! True to the Cross and thee! St. Denis for the Lily-flower, THE SILENT MULTITUDE For we are many in our So.tudes. A MIGHTY and a mingled throng The Soldier and his Chief were there- You might have heard the rustling ca The shiver of an insect's wing On that thick-peopled ground. |