NATURE WITH FOLDED HANDS SEEMED THERE, A SPRING LANDSCAPE. 272 Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lessons thou hast taught: Our fortunes must be wrought- [HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.] "THE HEIGHTS BY GREAT MEN REACHED and kept, weRE NOT ATTAINED BY SUDDEn flight;"-(Longfellow) "BUT THEY, WHILE THEIR COMPANIONS SLEPT, WERE TOILING UPWARD IN THE NIGHT."-Longfellow. A SPRING LANDSCAPE. HE green trees whispered low and mild: They were my playmates when a child, And ever whispered, mild and low, Into the blithe and breathing air, Into the solemn wood KNEELING AT HER EVENING PRAYER."-LONGFELLOW. "LONG HAVE I LOVED WHAT I BEHOLD, THE NIGHT THAT CALMS, THE DAY THAT CHEERS."-WORDSWORTH. "MAN MAY BE BLEST WITH ALL THE EARTH CAN GIVE; BUT EARTH CAN GIVE NO REST."-QUARLES. THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. T was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May. GOD HATH WRITTEN IN THOSE STARS ABOVE."-I.ONGFELLOW. "THE AIR IS FULL OF FAREWELLS FOR THE DYING, AND MOURNINGS FOR THE DEAD;"-(LONGFELLOW) Down came the storm, and smote amain She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, "Come hither, come hither, my little daughter, For I can weather the roughest gale He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat, He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. THAT HAVE NOT YET BEEN WHOLLY TOLD."-LONGFELLOW "THE HEARt of rachel, FOR HER CHILDREN CRYING, WILL NOT BE COMFORTED."-LONGFELLOW. let the deaD PAST BURY ITS DEAD!"-LONGFELLOW. "TRUST NO FUTURE, HOWEVER PLEASANT ! HOW BEAUTIFUL THE RAIN, AFTER THE DUST AND HEAT THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. "O father, I hear the church-bells ring! "'Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!" "O father, I hear the sound of guns! O say, what may it be?" "Some ship in distress, that cannot live "O father, I see a gleaming light! But the father answered never a word A frozen corpse was he! Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed And she thought of Christ, who stilled the waves And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept And ever, the fitful gusts between, IN THE BROAD AND FIERY STREET!"-LONGFELLOW. 275 "ACT, ACT IN THE LIVING PRESENT-HEART WITHIN, AND GOD O'ERHEAD."-LONGFELLOW. |