128 EUTHANASIA. To clasp the faith which looks on high, That falls upon his wasting breast, It were not lonely thus to lie Till the pure spirit mounts on high, It were not lonely thus to soar, Where Sin and Grief can sting no more. And though the way to such a goal Lies through the clouded tomb, If on the free unfettered soul There rests no stains of gloom, How should its aspirations rise, Far through the blue unpillared skies, Beyond the journeyings of the sun, Where streams of living waters run. PENNSYLVANIA. BY WILLIAM B. TAPPAN. LEAP forth to the careering seas," Oh, ship of lofty name! And toss upon thy native breeze The stars and stripes of fame! And bear thy thunders o'er the deep Oh! holy is the covenant made With thee and us to-day;— None from the compact shrinks afraid, No traitor utters nay! We pledge our fervent love, and thou Alive with men who cannot bow Speed lightnings o'er the Carib Sea, And look! her hands are spread to thee Go! lie upon the Egean's breast, Where sparkle emerald isles Stern watch on their highway, And promptly, through thine iron lip When urged, our tribute pay; Yea, show thy bristling teeth of pow Wherever tyrants bind, In pride of their own little hour, A freeborn, noble mind. Spread out those ample wings of thi And joy we that our country's flag Whose sons can die, but know not ho To strike that pennon down. EVENING. BY ELIZA FOLLEN. THE sun is set, the day is o'er, The birds their vesper hymns have sung, To all the glories of the day, From every tree and every bush, There seems to breathe a soothing hush; How deep and still is the repose. When life's last sun has set with me; 132 EVENING. And may the lamp of memory shine As yon pale crescent, pure and fair, And pours her mild, reflected light, And may my spirit often wake Like thine, sweet bird; and, singing, take Of pleasures past, of labors done. See, where the glorious sun has set, A line of light is lingering yet: |