me must come, in which my feet l stray where meditation leads, ream, through wood, or craggy wild, s like these, the unimprisoned mind e scope to range among her own, , her images, her high desires.

- faculty of sight should fail, be allowed me to remember ry powers of eye and soul

e mine; when, stationed on the top e hill, expectant, I beheld

up, from distant climes returned, chase, and sleep, and bring the day, us gift! or saw him, tow'rds the deep retinue of flaming clouds

Then my spirit was entranced alted to beatitude;

e of my soul was filled with bliss, love; as earth, sea, air, with light with glory, with magnificence!

This be the kind decree:
Be ye by goodness crowned,
Revered, though not renowned;

Poor, if Heaven will, but free;
Free from the tyrants of the hour,
The clans of wealth, the clans of power,
The coarse, cold scorners of their God,
Free from the taint of sin,

The leprosy that feeds within,

And free, in mercy, from the bigot's rod.

The sceptre's might, the crosier's pride,
Ye do not fear;

No conquest blade, in life-blood dyed,
Drops terror here:

Let there not lurk a subtler snare,
For wisdom's footsteps to beware;
The shackle and the stake

Our fathers fled;

Ne'er may their children wake

A fouler wrath, a deeper dread; Ne'er may the craft, that fears the flesh to bind, Lock its hard fetters on the mind; Quenched be the fiercer flame

That kindles with a name;

The pilgrim's faith, the pilgrim's zeal,
Let more than pilgrim kindness seal;
Be purity of life the test;

Leave to the heart, to Heaven, the rest.

So, when our children turn the page, To ask what triumphs marked our age, What we achieved to challenge praise, Through the long line of future days, This let them read, and hence instruction draw: "Here were the many blessed,

Here found the virtues rest,

Faith linked with love, and liberty with law;

Here industry to comfort led;

Her book of light here learning spread;

the warm heart of youth

poed to temperance and to truth; hoary age was found,

dom and by reverence crowned.

great, but guilty fame

d pride, that should have kindled shame. chose the better, happier part,

oured its sunlight o'er the heart,

rowned their homes with peace and health, eighed Heaven's smile beyond earth's wealth; om the thorny paths of strife

od, a living lesson to their race,

n the charities of life,

his strength, and woman in her

grace;

nd love their pilgrim road they trod,

they served their neighbor, felt they served their God."

LESSON CLXI.

Summer Noon.-WILCOX.

TRY noon, not in the summer's prime,
ll is fresh with life, and youth, and bloom,
r its close, when vegetation stops,

its mature stand ripening in the sun,

and enervates, with its thousand charms,

ges of silence and of rest,

elancholy mind. The fields are still;
isbandman has gone to his repast,
hat partaken, on the coolest side
abode, reclines in sweet repose.

n the shaded stream the cattle stand,
ocks beside the fence, with heads all prone,
anting quick. The fields, for harvest ripe,
ezes bend in smooth and graceful waves,
with their motion, dim and bright by turns,

The sunshine seems to move; nor e'en a breath
Brushes along the surface with a shade
Fleeting and thin, like that of flying smoke.
The slender stalks their heavy, bended heads
Support, as motionless as oaks their tops.

O'er all the woods the topmost leaves are still; E'en the wild poplar leaves, that, pendent hung By stems elastic, quiver at a breath,

Rest in the general calm. The thistle down,
Seen high and thick, by gazing up beside
Some shading object, in a silver shower

Plumb down, and slower than the slowest snow,
Through all the sleepy atmosphere descends;
And where it lights, though on the steepest roof,
Or smallest spire of grass, remains unmoved.
White as a fleece, as dense, and as distinct
From the resplendent sky, a single cloud
On the soft bosom of the air becalmed,
Drops a lone shadow, as distinct and still,
On the bare plain, or sunny mountain's side;
Or in the polished mirror of the lake,
In which the deep reflected sky appears
A calm, sublime immensity below.

LESSON CLXII.

Summer Wind.—BRYANT.

It is a sultry day; the sun has drank
The dew that lay upon the morning grass;
There is no rustling in the lofty elm
That canopies my dwelling, and its shade
Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the fir
And interrupted murmur of the bee,
Settling on the sick flowers, and then again
Instantly on the wing. The plants around
Feel the too potent fervors: the tall maize

ts long green leaves; the clover drops
foliage, and declines its blooms.
n the fierce sunshine, tower the hills,
heir growth of woods, silent and stern,
scorching heat and dazzling light
an element they loved. Bright clouds,
ss pillars of the brazen heaven,-
ses on the mountains-their white tops
n the far ether,-fire the air

eflected radiance, and make turn
er's eye away.

For me, I lie

y in the shade, where the thick turf,
n from the kisses of the sun,
some freshness, and I woo the wind
1 delays its coming. Why so slow,
nd voluble spirit of the air?

and breathe upon the fainting earth and life. Is it that in his caves me? See, on yonder woody ridge, e is bending his proud top, and now, the nearer groves, chestnut and oak ing their green boughs about. He comes ! re the grassy meadow runs in waves! p, distressful silence of the scene up with mingling of unnumbered sounds versal motion.

He is come,

a shower of blossoms from the shrubs, ring on their fragrance; and he brings f birds and rustling of young boughs, ind of swaying branches, and the voice int waterfalls. All the green herbs ring in his breath; a thousand flowers, road-side and the borders of the brook, yly to each other; glossy leaves inkling in the sun, as if the dew n them yet; and silver waters break all waves, and sparkle as he comes.