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And beautiful as truth; Such hast thou seen sink ’neath the arm of Death, As fall the flowers beneath the north wind's breath.
And gladder things than these Thou hast looked on ;-the bridal's jocund dance, The merry song, the young bride's timid glance,
Smiles bright as sun-lit seas; And thou hast seen the mother watch the dawn Of reason on the face of her first born.
Pass on, Old Year! with all
Yet may we not recall
And think upon thee too, And through the journeyings of their coming years, From thee shall date their sorrows, crimes and
tears; To bless thee, weep thee, rue; For e’er embalmed in many a throbbing heart, To cheer or madden it, Old Year! thou art.
“ The season of the spring dawns like the morning,
Bedewing childhood with unrelished beauties
Ford's Sun's Darling.
O CHILDHOOD! back on thy summer days,
Over past scenes, we cast the eye, As when life was young we strained our gaze,
To scan the page of futurity;
Which gilded life's coming tears,
Those sunny and joyous years.
We looked in the world for a warmer love,
And a purer and brighter truth : Truth, bright as that of the realms above,
Love, stronger than that of youth.
Have we ever found aught to bless
In our grief and our gladness we see you smile
Dimmer, blest days! as the years glide by ; As the lessening bloom of an ocean isle
Recedes from the voyager's eye.
Your visions of by-gone joy-
Of a free and happy boy.
Glad visions, ye come ! ye come! and again
We are children happy and free;
For as light of heart are we.
And there beam upon us remembered eyes, And nature again is over us flinging
The spell of her mysteries.
Again in blue skies and green fields we rejoice,
And the flowers shine in colors more deep, And we list to the swift brook that lent its low
To the dreams of our childhood's sleep. And we hail as a friend, each remembered thing
Which a place in our hearts once found, Though it sail through the sky upon burnished
Ye have flown! ye have flown! as swift as
Flew by in your own glad time. We know friends must die—but blue skies, are
The same in our childhood and prime ? Alas! still as fairly swell o’er us the skies,
Earth hath changed not around or above; But we read not with open untutored eyes,
Its lessons of wisdom and love.
Take back, then, each lesson of idle lore,
We have learned of the school man's art; And give us that priceless gem once more,
A free and untrammelled heart.
THE LADY ARABELLA JOHNSON
was the daughter of the Earl of Lincoln; and though possessed of wealth, rank and beauty which entitled her to an alliance with the proudest of England's nobility, she, with a strength of mind at once rare and admirable, became the wife of a Puritan, and following him to this country, died at Salem soon after her arrival.
UPON an humble couch laid low,
An humble roof beneath,
Wet with the damps of death.
The sca storm, undismayed,
Beneath the forest shade.
Though wasted is that form, once fair,
And blanched that once bright cheek,
Of by-gone days to speak;
And queenly majesty,