to waken

When the first radiance lights the

eastern hill,

Than I, by daily thoughts of thee forsaken,

Feel, as they kindle, no expanding thrill.

Oft, when at night the deck I'm pacing lonely

Or when I pause to watch some fulgent star,

Will Contemplation be retracing only Thy form, and fly to greet thee, though afar.

When storms unleashed, with fearful clangor sweeping,

Drive our strained bark along the hollowed sea,

When to the clouds the foam-topped waves are leaping,

Even then I'll not forget, beloved one, thee!

winds rise wildly, and thick clouds are rearing

Their ebon flags, that hasten on the night,

Farewell! The pilot leaves us; seaward gliding,

Our brave ship dashes through the foamy swell;

But Hope, forever faithful and abiding,

I

Hears distant welcomes in this last farewell!

A dream of boyhood's season of delight;

It flashed along the dim shapes of the past;

And, as I mused upon its strange appeal,

Thrilling me with emotions undefined,

Old memories, bursting from Time's icy seal,

Rushed, like sun-stricken fountains on my mind.

Scenes where my lot was cast in life's young day;

My favorite haunts, the shores, the ancient woods,

Where, with my schoolmates, I was wont to stray;

Green, sloping lawns, majestic soli. tudes

All rose to view, more beautiful than then;

They faded, and I wept-a child again!

THE SPRING-TIME WILL RETURN.

THE birds are mute, the bloom is fled,

Cold, cold, the north winds blow; And radiant summer lieth dead Beneath a shroud of snow. Sweet summer! well may we regret Thy brief, too brief sojourn;

ing mast,

And her loose sails like marble drapery gleaming.

How, at an hour like this, the unruf fled mind

Partakes the quiet that is shed around us!

As if the Power that chained the impatient wind

With the same fetter of repose had bound us!

TROPICAL WEATHER.

Now we're afloat upon the tropic sea: Here Summer holdeth a perpetual reign.

How flash the waters in their bounding glee!

The sky's soft purple is without a

stain.

Full in our wake the smooth, warm trade-winds blowing,

To their unvarying goal still faithful run;

And, as we steer, with sails before them flowing,

Nearer the zenith daily climbs the

sun,

The startled flying-fish around us skim,

Glossed like the humming-bird, with rainbow dyes; And, as they dip into the water's brim,

Swift in pursuit the preying dolphin hies.

All, all is fair; and gazing round, we feel

Over the yielding sense the torrid languor steal.

CUBA.

WHAT Sounds arouse me from my slumbers light?

"Land ho! all hands, ahoy!" -I'm on the deck:

As she were moored to her dark shadow seeming,

'Tis

early dawn: the day-star yet is bright;

The cattle on a thousand hills Clip the sweet buds that grow

Quiet forevermore;

In dreams of everlasting peace
They sleep upon the shore.

But ugly, and rough, and jagged still,
Are they left by the passing years;

Sleeping long years below.

To-day is but a structure built
Upon dead yesterday;

And Progress hews her temple-stones
From wrecks of old decay.