THE ROSE. There, above noise and danger, Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles, Commands the beauteous files. He is thy gracious Friend, To die here for thy sake. -Henry Vaughan. 187 How fair is the rose! what a beautiful flower! But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, Yet the rose has one powerful virtue to boast, When its leaves are all dead, and its fine colours lost, So frail is the youth and the beauty of men, Though they bloom and look gay like the rose ; But all our fond care to preserve them is vain— Time kills them as fast as he goes. Then I'll not be proud of my youth nor my beauty, But gain a good name by well doing my duty- - Dr. Watts THE RIVER. OH, tell me, pretty river, Whence do thy waters flow, My birthplace was the mountain, One morn I ran away, And then 'mid meadowy banks But these bright scenes are o'er, I hear the ocean's roar And there must be my grave. -Goodrich. WHEN marshalled on the nightly plain Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks Once on the raging seas I rode : The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind, that tossed my foundering bark. Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose It was the Star of Bethlehem. 190 It was my guide, my light, my all— Now safely moored, my perils o'er, The Star-the Star of Bethlehem ! -H. Kirke White. NAPOLEON. THE mighty sun had just gone down And silent was the island shore, And breathless all the broad red sea, Our solitary tree Our only tree, our ancient palm, When Buonaparte died. An ancient man, a stately man, Came forth beneath the spreading tree; A trembling hand had partly covered Said I, "Perchance, this faded hand, When life beat high and hope was young, By Lodi's wave or Syria's sand, The bolt of death had flung. NAPOLEON. Young Buonaparte's battle-cry Perchance hath kindled this old cheek; He hath been with him young and old; 191 AREVIERS. His soul was as a sword to leap As if it were but yesternight, This man remembers dark Eylau; The memories of worser time |