SELECTIONS IN POETRY. And thus we see on either hand 101 We name our blessings whence they 're sprung; We call our country Father Land, We call our language Mother Tongue. MY That opens to the morning sky, The sweetest dews of Night are shed, But none shall weep a tear for me! My life is like the autumn leaf Yet, ere that leaf shall fall and fade, My life is like the prints which feet All vestige of the human race, On that lone shore loud moans the sea, But none, alas! shall mourn for me! Ex. 104. INSIGNIFICANT EXISTENCE. Dr. Watts. - THE HERE are a number of us creep Than that "they 've eat up all their bread, THAT the chemist's magic art Could crystallize this sacred treasure! Long should it glitter near my heart, The little brilliant, ere it fell, Its lustre caught from Chloe's eye; Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! SELECTIONS IN POETRY. Benign restorer of the soul! Who ever fliest to bring relief, The sage's and the poet's theme, That very law which moulds a tear, Ex. 106. THE RIVER OF LIFE. Campbell. HE more we live, more brief appear A day to childhood seems a year, The gladsome current of our youth, But as the careworn cheek grows wan, Ye stars, that measure life to man, When joys have lost their bloom and breath, 103 Why, as we near the Falls of Death, It may be strange, Time's course to slower speeding, When one by one our friends have gone Heaven gives our years of fading strength Indemnifying fleetness; And those of youth a seeming length, ATHER ye rosebuds as GA rosebuds as ye may, Old Time is still a flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer ; But being spent, the worse and worst Time still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And make their bed with thee. As Of ages glide away, the sons of me: The youth in life's green spring, an In the full strength of years, matro And the sweet babe, and the grayShall, one by one, be gathered to th By those who in their turn shall fol So live, that when thy summons The innumerable caravan that move To the pale realms of shade, where His chamber in the silent halls of Thou go not, like the quarry-slave a Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustai By an unfaltering trust, approach th Like one who wraps the drapery of About him, and lies down to pleasa |