Ye ventured on the world your labored song,

And from the crusty critics of those days Implored the feeble tribute of their praise,

Remember now the fears that moved you then,

And, spite of truth, let mercy guide your pen.

clouded skies;

Some drops of comfort on the favored fall,

But showers of sorrow are the lot of all:

Partial to talents, then, shall Heaven withdraw

Th' afflicting rod, or break the general law?

Shall he who soars, inspired by loftier views,

Life's little cares and little pains refuse ?

Shall he not rather feel a double share Of mortal woe, when doubly armed to bear?

[From The Library.]

UNION OF FAITH AND REASON

NECESSARY.

WHEN first Religion came to bless the land,

Her friends were then a firm believing band,

To doubt was then to plunge in guilt extreme,

And all was gospel that a monk could dream;

Insulted Reason fled the grovelling soul,

For Fear to guide, and visions to control;

But now, when Reason has assumed her throne,

She, in her turn, demands to reign alone;

Rejecting all that lies beyond her

view,

And, being judge, will be a witness

too:

Insulted Faith then leaves the doubtful mind,

To seek the truth, without a power to find:

Ah! when will both in friendly beams unite,

And pour on erring man resistless light?

thy brow,

Philip, my king!

The spirit that there lies sleeping

now

May rise like a giant and make men bow

As to one heaven-chosen amongst his peers:

My Saul, than thy brethren taller and fairer

Let me behold thee in future years; Yet thy head needeth a circlet rarer, Philip, my king.

- A wreath not of gold, but palm. One day,

Philip, my king, Thou too must tread, as we trod, a way

Thorny and cruel and cold and gray: Rebels within thee and foes without, Will snatch at thy crown. But march on, glorious,

Martyr, yet monarch; till angels shout [victorious, As thou sit'st at the feet of God "Philip, the king!"

MY LITTLE BOY THAT DIED.

Look at his pretty face for just one minute!

His braided frock and dainty buttoned shoes;