y spell which Earth is round thee throwing, the crimson from a sunset sky; but shadows, save a promise given, the crosses of this brief existence o'er its dust the curtained grave is closing; uld not, early, choose a lot like this? UPON the far-off mountain's brow I saw their dark and crowded bands MONADNOCK. I've seen him when the morning sun And there for ever firm and clear, The proudest works of human hands 105 To sleep with unremembered years. But still that ancient rampart stands Unchanged, though years are passin And time withdraws his powerless h While ages melt away before him. So should it be for no heart beats The soothing words that make us ble Farewell! I go my distant way; Perchance in some succeeding years, The eyes that know no cloud to-day, May gaze upon thee dim with tears. Then may thy calm, unaltering form, Inspire in me the firm endeavourLike thee to meet each lowering storm Till life and sorrow end for ever. A DEATH-BED. BY JAMES ALDRICH. HER suff'ring ended with the day, Yet lived she at its close, And breathed the long, long night away, But when the sun, in all his state, Illum'd the eastern skies, She passed through Glory's Morning-gate, And walked in Paradise! A SPRING-DAY WALK. BY JAMES ALDRICH. ADIEU, the city's ceaseless hum, The haunts of sensual life, adieu! Green fields, and silent glens! we come, To spend this bright spring-day with you. |