แ For morn is approaching your charms to re Perfumed with fresh fragrance and glittering with dew. Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn: Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save; TH THE FLOWER OF LOVE. HE Tulip called to the Eglantine: "Good neighbor, I hope you see How the throngs that visit the garden come Το pay their respects to me; The florist admires my elegant robe And praises its rainbow ray, But when shall spring visit the mouldering Till it seems as if through his raptured eyes urn? Oh, when shall it dawn on the night of the grave? He was gazing his soul away. may be so," said the Eglantine: In a humble nook I dwell, 'Twas thus, by the glare of false science And what is passing among the great betrayed That leads to bewilder and dazzles to blind My thoughts wont to roam from shade onward to shade, Destruction before me and sorrow behind. 'Oh pity, great Father of light,' then I cried, Thy creature, who fain would not wander from thee; Lo! humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride: From doubt and from darkness thou only canst free.' "And darkness and doubt are now flying away; No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn. morn. See Truth, Love and Mercy in triumph descending, And Nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom! On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.' JAMES BEATTIE. In eyes that would not look on me ; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip But where my own did hope to sip. Is her hand so soft and pure? RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN. Friends, shall we not bestow our charity? But-sad reverse-one day's disease suf Say, canst thou tell this poor old woman's name, Of shivering limbs and traits by famine wrung? Once actress of the very highest fame, All Paris doted on each song she sung. ficed To quench those eyes, that seraph voice to steal; Now, all alone, forgotten and despised, For twenty weary years I've seen her kneel. No hand e'er better knew to lavish gold, By turns to laughter moved or lost in Than that same hand she now for alms doth tears, Her beauty fired our youth to ecstacy. What love-dreams, too, she caused in former years! hold. Friends, shall we not bestow our charity? Friends, shall we not bestow our charity? The chill increases doubly while we stand; WOODS IN SPRING. AIL, Source of being! Uni- When first the soul of Love is sent abroad Warm through the vital air, and on the versal Soul Of heaven and earth, essen tial Presence, hail! heart Harmonious seizes, the gay troops begin To thee I bend the knee, to In gallant thought to plume the painted thee my thoughts master-hand Hast the great whole into wing, Continual climb, who with a And try again the long-forgotten strain perfection touched. By thee the various vegetative tribes, Wrapped in a filmy net and clad with leaves, Draw the live ether and imbibe the dew; By thee disposed into congenial soils Stands each attractive plant, and sucks and swells The juicy tide, a twining mass of tubes; Ere yet the shadows fly, he, mounting, sings Amid the dawning clouds, and from their haunts Calls up the tuneful nations. Every copse Superior heard, run through the sweetest length Of notes when listening Philomela deigns brake; The mellow bullfinch answers from the grove; Nor are the linnets, o'er the flowing furze Poured out profusely, silent. Joined to these, Innumerous songsters in the freshening shade |