Happy when her welfare calls, In the mines of knowledge: Nature's wealth and learning's spoil Win from school and college; Minds are of celestial birth; Closer, closer let us knit Hearts and hands together, Where our fireside comforts sit In the wildest weather; Oh! they wander wide who roam, For the joys of life, from home. FRIEND AFTER FRIEND DE- FRIEND after friend departs; That finds not here an end: Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest. Beyond this flight of time Beyond the reign of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward and expire, There is a world above Where parting is unknown: Formed for the good alone: Thus star by star declines, Till all are past away, As morning high and higher shines, light. The sweetnesses of love are gone, And hearts, so lately mingled, seem That smiling left the mountain's brow, As though its waters ne'er could sever, Yet e'er it reached the plain below, Breaks into floods that part forever. O you, that have the charge of love, Keep him in rosy bondage bound! As in the fields of bliss above He sits, with flowerets fettered round; Loose not a tie that round him clings, Nor ever let him use his wings For even an hour, a minute's flight Will rob the plumes of half their light. Like that celestial bird,— whose nest Is found beneath far eastern skies, Whose wings, though radiant when at rest, Lose all their glory when he flies. [From Lalla Rookh.] RECOGNITION OF A CONGENIAL SPIRIT. OH! there are looks and tones that dart Like broken clouds,- or like the An instant sunshine through the Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray; As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day! I SAW FROM THE BEACH. Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying, "Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure." I SAW from the beach, when the Go, ask the infidel what boon he morning was shining, A bark o'er the waters move glori ously on; I came when the sun o'er that beach was declining, The bark was still there, but the waters were gone. brings us, |