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Deep Glence keep,
And seem to sleep Recumbent on their oozy bed ;
· With what a trance
The level glance, Unbroken, shoots along the seas !
Which tempt from shore
The painted oar;
The frowning North
My shudd'ring soul
Beholds them roll,
YOUTH: The rose is fragrant, but it fades in time, The violet sweet, but quickly past the prime. White lilies hang their heads and soon decay, And whiter snow melts rapidly away. Such and so with’ring is our blooming youth.
The Palmetto.—The Grampus.
Like the tall palm it shoots its stately head;
-When enormous grampus, issuing forth From the pale regions of the icy North, " Waves his broad tail and opes his ribbed mouth, And seeks on winnowing fin the breezy South; . * A kind of whale.
From towns deserted rush the breathless hosts,
SLEEP. Lo, midnight from her starry reign Looks awful down on earth and main, The tunelul birds lie hush'd in sleep, With all that crop the verdant food, With all that skim the crystal flood, Or haunt the caverns of the rocky deep. No rushing winds disturb the tufted bowers: No wakeful found the moonlight valley knows, Save where the brock its liquid murmur pours, And lulls the waving scene to more profound Tepose.
MORNING SOUNDS. But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain's
fide; The lowing herd, the sheep-fold's fimple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd, diin descried In the lone valley; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean tide; The hum of bees, the linnet's lay of love, And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
The cottage curs at early pilgrim bark;
sings ; The whistling ploughman stalks afield; and, hark! Down the rough flope the ponderous waggon
rings; Thro’rustling corn the håre astonish'd springs; Slow tolls the village bell the drowsy hour; The partridge bursts away on whirring wings; Deep mourns the turtle in fequefter'd bower, And shrill lark carols clear from his aërial tour.
· The Love of Praise.
THE LOVE OF PRAISE.
Of all the springs within the mind
Not any partial private end
If praise with deep religious awe
With which in character the fame,