180 MAKE YOUR MARK. For time at last sets all things even And if we do but watch the hour, Should opponents hedge your way, Work by night or work by day, Struggle manfully and well, Let no obstacles oppose; MORNING, NOON, AND EVENING. 181 What though born a peasant's son; Good by poor men can be done; Peasants' garbs may warm the cold, Is the drying of a tear; Life is fleeting as a shade; Marks of some kind must be made; Make it while the arm is strong, In the golden hours of youth; Never, never, make it wrong; Make it with the stamp of truth; LIFE'S MORNING, NOON, AND EVENING. L. M. D. I SAW her when life's tide was high, When youth was hovering o'er her brow; And her cheek blushed hope's crimson glow. 182 MORNING, NOON, AND EVENING. I saw her mid a fairy throng; She seemed the gayest of the gay; 'Neath beauty's smile and pleasure's lay. I saw her in her bridal robe; The blush of joy was mounting high; I saw her when a mother's love Asked at her hand a mother's care; I saw her not till, cold and pale, Her lip had lost its power to charm. That eye was dim which brightly shone, I saw her wedded to the grave; Her bridal robes were weeds of death; And o'er her pale, cold brow was hung The damp, sepulchral, icy wreath. DISASTERS. 183 DISASTERS. LONGFELLOW. DISASTERS Come not singly, But as if they watched and waited, When the first descends, the others WEALTH IS NOT HAPPINESS. MRS. NORTON, I HAVE tasted each varied pleasure, I have dwelt in a blaze of splendor, I have snatched at each toy that could render But vainly I've sought for joy and peace And I turn with a sigh to my own dear home, 184 THE CHARNEL SHIP. When jewels are sparkling round me, And dazzling with their rays, I weep for ties that bound me I sigh for one of the sunny hours, Ere day was turned to night; For one of my nosegays of fresh wild flowers, THE CHARNEL SHIP. LUCRETIA M. DAVIDSON. THE breeze blew fair, the waving sea Evening had gemmed with glittering stars On, on the stately vessel flew, With streamer waving far and wide; Each way the breeze its wild wing veered, Now near she drew; now, wafted far, She fluttered, trembled, and returned. |