ROUND THE WORLD GOES. ROUND the world goes, by day and night, An image of all life's course we see. Is to make it, at least, a merry-go-round, Our first gay stage of life is when Youth, in its dawn, salutes the eye→ Season of bliss! Oh, who wouldn't then Wish to cry, "Stop!" to earth and sky? But, round, round, both boy and girl Are whisk'd through that sky of blue; And much would their hearts enjoy the whirl, If their heads didn't whirl round too. Next, we enjoy our glorious noon, And, ere we can say, "How short!”. -'tis night. Ev'n while I'm thus singing to you; And the best way to make it a merry-go-round, Is to chorus my song round too. OH, DO NOT LOOK SO BRIGHT AND BLEST. Oн, do not look so bright and blest, For still there comes a fear, When brow like thine looks happiest, That warns us then to fear their flight, Then look not thou so bright and blest, When brow like thine looks happiest, Why is it thus that fairest things That when most light is on their wings, They're then but spread to fly! And, sadder still, the pain will stay The bliss no more appears; As rainbows take their light away, And leave us but the tears! Then look not thou so bright and blest, When brow like thine looks happiest, THE MUSICAL BOX. "Look here," said Rose, with laughing eyes, "Within this box, by magic hid, "A tuneful Sprite imprison'd lies, !" "Then hark, how sweet and blithe his song (A symphony.) "Ah, Rose," I cried, "the poet's lay 66 "Must ne'er ev'n Beauty's slave become; Through earth and air his song may stray, "If all the while his heart's at home. "And though in freedom's air he dwell, "Nor bond nor chain his spirit knows, "Touch but the spring thou know'st so well, "And-hark, how sweet the love-song flows!" (A symphony.) |