Time speeds away,

away, - away!.

No eagle through the skies of day;
No wind along the hills can flee

So swiftly, or so smooth, as he:
Like fiery steed, from stage to stage,
He bears us on, from youth to age;

Then plunges in the shoreless sea
Of fathomless eternity.

KNOX.

THE SHIP IS READY.

FARE thee well! the ship is ready,

And the breeze is fresh and steady;
Hands are fast the anchor weighing, —
High in air the streamer's playing,-
Spread the sails, the waves are swelling
Proudly round thy buoyant dwelling:
Fare thee well! and when at sea

Think on those that sigh for thee.

When from home and land receding,

And from hearts that ache to bleeding,
Think of those behind, who love thee,
While the sun is bright above thee!
Then, as down to ocean glancing,
In the waves his rays are dancing,
Think how long the night will be
To the eyes that wake for thee!

When thy lonely night-watch keeping,

All below thee, still and sleeping,

As the needle points the quarter

O'er the wide and trackless water,

Let thy vigils ever find thee

Mindful of the friends behind thee;

Let thy bosom's magnet be

Turned to those who wake for thee!

When, with slow and gentle motion,
Heaves the bosom of the ocean,

While in peace thy bark is riding,
As the silver moon is gliding

O'er the sky with tranquil splendor,
Where the starry hosts attend her,
Let the brightest visions be

Country, home, and friends, to thee!

When the tempest hovers o'er thee, Danger, wreck, and death before thee,While the sword of fire is gleaming,

Wild the winds, the torrent streaming,

Then, a pious suppliant bending,

Let thy thoughts, to Heaven ascending,
Reach the mercy-seat, to be

Met by prayers that rise for thee.

Soon may He who holds the thunder
Hush the winds, and chain them under;
Still the lightnings round thee flashing,

Quell the waters o'er thee dashing,

Lift the veil that darkens Heaven,

Show the bow of promise given, –

May that Being ever be

Light, and guide, and shield to thee!

When, the land of strangers leaving,
Homeward-bound, thy ship is cleaving

Surge and billow heaving round her,
While the heavens and ocean bound her,-

May the winds be tempered to thee,

Death and dread no more pursue thee!

May thy friends who wait thee see

Joy and peace return with thee!

H. F. GOULD.

THE UNFORGOTTEN.

FORGOTTEN thee! oh! if to dream about thee,

Until those dreams my very life have been,

If what was happiness be grief without thee,

As, without sunshine, dark the fairest scene,

If, other vows and homage still rejected,

I turned to bless the memory of thine,·

If sudden wreck of joy so long expected

Could work no change in this fond heart of mine,

If fancy truth, and truth delusion be,

If to recall, with fondest recollection,

Each hour of intercourse refined and pure, If to endow thee with each bright perfection,

If

From stranger lips thy praises to secure,

every look and smile in memory hoarded

Steal on my soul with all its former power,