Then on it went, through the rough waste lands, Where the tangled briars meet, Till the prickles scratched its dimpled hands, And wounded its tender feet. It could not see before it well, And its limbs grew stiff and cold; And at last it cried; for it could not tell Its way to the open wold. So the child knelt down on the damp green sod, While it said its evening prayer; And it fell asleep, as it thought of God, Who was listening to it there. A long, long sleep, for they found it there, When the sun went down next day; And it looked like an angel, pale and fair, The sunbeams glanced on the drops of dew That lay on its ringlets bright, And sparkled in every brilliant hue Like a coronet formed of light. E. B. WARNING FROM THE GOLD-MINE. YE, who rend my bed of earth, Till ye rue my natal day: High and low my power shall own; For I'll make the world my throne! And my worshippers shall be Down to earth th' immortal mind! Though ye try me by the fire, Though my form ye oft may change, "Twill but give me wider range! For my sake the poor must feel On his face his neighbor's heel: Leave with avarice but a sting. Ye shall sell your peace through time, — And a long eternity Of remorse shall come by me! Now, I'm here, without defence; But, if once I'm taken hence, Springing from a golden root! H. F. GOULD. THE TOMB OF BLUCHER. Ar! soldier, weep that grave beside, There sleeps no son of useless pride, Was crushed, for errors not her own; When on her rained the iron shower, That wrapt the cot, and wrapt the throne; When all was famine, flame, and gore; When died the noble and the brave; When courage fled, and hope was o'er, Then, he who slumbers at thy feet, Snapped, with one sabre blow, the chain, And, like the lightning's fiery sheet, Unfurled the Prussian's eagle-vane. The Prussian trump was at his lips; It sounded like the trump of doom! Fled, at its blast, the land's eclipse, Burst, at its blast, the nation's tomb. Then, paled Napoleon's guilty star, Then, France, thy tiger-heart was tame; Then, Europe rose to glorious war, And BLUCHER was man's guiding flame! FROM THE GERMAN. |