She boasts about the garden's bloom, With flowers in chalk upon the floor! But here, e'en here, Time passes on- And Harry joins us in the spring. How sweet shall be the sheltered glen ! The bird's soft music sounding through! How I shall love to listen then If Harry loves to listen too! How lifeless now each scene appears- I'll off and sink my woes in sleep, POLAR SCENES. WHITHER, Swift Fancy? Lo! the freezing seas Growls the brown famished bear uncouth, and paws Wrapt in the changeful vision, on the view Widens the desolate Lapland plains, where life Is dwarfed; and, through the half-unmelted snows, Shews the green juniper its early leaves. Can these be human dwellings? yes, within DELTA. The moon shines down to earth, And the star-ray thither flieth; To the wave that gave it birth Turns the mountain-stream, or dyeth, With a panting for the ocean, As my spirit pants for Thee: But, alas! though thou 'rt my chosen, It is Thou must stoop to me! HOME-SICKNESS. BY JOHN BANIM. OH! here are not the smiling eyes, The earnest word and hand, That sooth the stranger's home-sick sighs In our own native land In our own native land! - my dear, Friends we have found, and they have done Kind service in our need; But oh, not with the word and tone That grace a gracious deed- Oh, no! not in the blessed way - my dear, That saves the stranger's blush, And smiles, and wiles the tears to stay That in his heart will gush my dear, That in his heart will gush! And at their gay and gorgeous boards, And at their winter hearth, We have sat down, and heard their words Of welcome and of mirth Of welcome and of mirth : my dear, But, oh! they echoed not the sound Of those same words of old, Or in our hearts no echo found, Or they were cold, cold, cold my dear, Or they were cold, cold, cold! THE THREE MANSIONS. BY MRS. C. E. RICHARDSON. "O HOMELESS and unsheltered head!" Each offers freely, and has room For all earth's travellers, rich and poorThe House of God, His Heaven, the Tomb, Have each, for all, an open door. Go lowly to the House of Prayer, With stedfast faith and contrite breast; Then shall the Narrow House prepare For weary limbs a welcome rest. Cherish the THREE in daily thought — The House of God, the Grave, and Heaven, And all by Sin and Sorrow wrought Shall pass away and be forgiven! |