Build me a shrine, and I could kneel That one GREAT SPIRIT governs all. Where o'er my corse green branches wave; And those who from life's tumult fly With kindred feelings, press my grave. GLEANER'S SONG. DEAR Ellen, your tales are all plenteously stored And worldly caresses, And servants that fly when she's waited upon: These fields, my dear Ellen, I knew them of yore, The birds round us singing, For pleasure is pure when affection is won: He shouted and ran, as he leapt from the stile; When virtue inspires us, and doubts are all gone. The wild bird pours her glad and fearless lay, That, with the sunbeams, falls upon the vale, Adding fresh brightness to the smile of day, 'Neath those broad boughs the youth lias told love's tale; And thou hast seen his hardy features blanch, Heard his snared heart beat like a prisoned bird, Fluttering with fear, before the fowler laid; While his bold figure shook at every word The strong man trembling at а timid maid! And thou hast smiled upon their children's play; Seen them grow old, and gray, and pass away. Nor 'neath life's ruthless tempests bend: But calmly stand like thee, me, Though vernal hopes in yellow Autumn end, And strong in truth work out my destiny. Type of long-suffering Power! Type of unbending Will! Strong in the tempest's hour, Bright when the storm is still; Rising from every contest with an unbroken heart, Strengthened by every struggle, emblem of might thou art! Sign of what man can compass, spite of an adverse state, Still, from thy rocky summit, teach us to war with fate! How canst thou call my modest love impure, Being thyself the holy source of all? Can ugly darkness from the fair sun fall? Or nature's compact be so insecure, That saucy weeds may sprout up and endure Where gentle flowers were sown ? The brooks that crawl, With lazy whispers, through the lilies tall, Or rattle o'er the pebbles, will allure With no feigned sweetness, if their fount be sweet. So thou, the sun whence all my light doth flow And all things seem a show and mockery Life, and life's actions, noise and vanity; I ask my mournful heart if it can tell If all be truth which I protest to thee: But, ah! my treacherous heart doth ever fail To ratify the sentence of my mind; For when conviction strikes me to the core, I swear I love thee fondlier than before; And my heart answers, solemnly, And were I now all free and uncon"'Tis well." I HAVE been mounted on life's topmost wave, Until my forehead kissed the daz zling cloud; fined, Loose as the action of the shore less wind, My slavish heart would sigh for bonds once more. I have been. dashed beneath the Ai! let me live on memories of |