THINK not some knowledge rests with thee alone.
Why, even God's stupendous secret, Death,
We one by one, with our expiring breath,
Do, pale with wonder, seize and make our own.
The bosomed treasures of the earth are shown
Despite her careful hiding; and the air
Yields its mysterious marvels in despair,

To swell the mighty storehouse of things known.

In vain the sea expostulates and raves;
It cannot cover from the keen world's sight
The curious wonders of its coral caves.
And so, despite thy caution or thy tears,
The prying fingers of detective years
Shali drag thy secret out into the light.

BLANCO WHITE.

TO NIGHT.

MYSTERIOUS Night! when our first | And lo! creation widened in man's parent knew

Thee from report divine, and heard | Who could have thought such dark

Yet 'neath the curtain of translucent That to such countless orbs thou

And point to scenes of bliss that I only bow and say, My God, Thy

THE STANZA ADDED TO WALLER'S I'll tell thee something all thy heat