And lo! from the assembled crowd There rose a shout prolong'd and loud, With all her youth and all her charms." How beautiful she is! how fair She lies within those arms, that press Through wind and wave, right onward steer! Are not the signs of doubt or fear. Sail forth into the sea of life, Thou, too, sail on, O ship of state! With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! Fear not each sudden sound and shock; Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea; Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee; Our heart, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee, are all with thee! Driving Home the Cows. UT of the clover and blue-eyed grass He turned them into the river lane; One after another he let them pass, Under the willow and over the hill, He patiently followed their sober pace; Only a boy! and his father had said. He never could let his youngest go, Two already were lying dead, Under the feet of the trampling foe. But, after the evening's work was done, And the frogs were loud in the meadow swamp, Over his shoulder he slung his gun, And stealthily followed the foot-path damp. Across the clover and through the wheat, Thrice since then had the lanes been white, And now, when the cows came back at night, The feeble father drove them home. For news had come to the lonely farm The summer day grew cold and late, He went for the cows when the work was done; Brindle, Ebony, Speckle, and Bess, Shaking their horns in the evening wind Cropping the buttercups out of the grassBut who was it following close behind? Loosely swung in the idle air The empty sleeve of army-blue, And worn and pale, from the crisping hair, For Southern prisons, will sometimes yawn, The great tears sprang to their meeting eyes For the heart must speak when the lips are dumb And under the silent evening skies Together they followed the cattle home. Time and its Changes. HERE is no charm in time, as time, nor good; The long days are no happier than the short ones. 'Tis some time now since I was here. We leave Our home in youth, no matter to what end; All as we left it, outside; the old elms, The house, grass, gates, and latchet's selfsame click; On some the world Play a round game with friends. |