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And then they sleep. Oh, peaceful cradle-sleep!
Of love, not fear, in happiness expressed !
Upon this earth of graves;
Among the winds and waves ;
Or swiftness of a horse;
Or on their heavenward course.
Until the day dawns bright-
His dance and banquet light;
Their prayers at twilight dim;
God also heareth him.
The prisoner in his cell,
With crime and misery dwell ;
Religion's holy law.
From the French of Victor Hugo.
“ UWrite Soon.”
Will shadow o'er the brightest face;
Affection changes not with place.
But something dearer may be found
And lurk in bosoms closely bound.
Are both less earnest than the boon
Begs in the hopeful words, “Write soon!”
How tenderly its accents come !
When mothers watched us leaving home;
That weary us with pomp and show,
To hear this minore cadence flow.
We part, but carry on our way
Some loved one's plaintive spirit tune,
Wrongs in themselves are feeble weeds,
And yet how fast they grow !
Of all that tyrants sow.-E. Elliott. - Wrong is twice wrong against those who never wronged us.--Shakespere.
A hopeful thought with joy express’d-
Is in Youth's hour of revelry.
It is a fleeting vision, it is a noonday dreamAll, all a bright, a glowing, but evanescent beam ; A fitful hour of pleasure, array'd in fairest dress; A little soft green oasis in life's wilderness; A brimful cup of joy, we scarce can call our own, When age's cares will mingle, and all its thrill has flown.
Youth and age.
Days of my youth! ye have glided away ;
Days of my youth ! I wish not your recall ;
Hon. G. Tucker.
Thou art walking the billows, and Ocean smiles :
J. & W. RIDER, Printers, 14, Bartholomew Close.