THE EXILE OF CLOUDLAND. WHEN I was a dweller in Cloudland, I was king of the time; And the sun and the shower, All came to my bidding in Cloudland. I was monarch supreme in my Cloudland, That a grief without cure, A love that could end, Or a false-hearted friend, Should dwell for an instant in Cloudland. My Cloudland, my beautiful Cloudland, And with hearts ever light; Found a harbor within, And love was the law of my Cloudland. But, alas for myself and my proud land! There came revolution in Cloudland ; My people, untrue, Broke my scepter in two, And, false to their vow, Took the crown from my brow, And banished me far from my Cloudland. My Cloudland, my beautiful Cloudland, How happy was I in that proud land! All the wisdom I've won, Since my realm was undone, Is but poor to repay What I lost in the day When I turned my last looks upon Cloudland. O, ye thoughts and ye feelings of Cloudland! On a bare chilly ground; An exile forlorn, Weary, weary, and worn, Never more to revisit my Cloudland. BY-AND-BY. THERE's a little mischief-making If to-morrow we begin it: "Put it off," says By-and-By. Those who heed his treacherous wooing We shall reach what we endeavor, If on "Now" we more rely; E. L. BLANCHARD. THE TRUE HONOR OF A COUNTRY. TELL me not of the honor of belonging to a free country. I ask, does our liberty bear generous fruits? Does it exalt us in manly spirit, in public virtue, above countries trodden under foot by despotism? Tell me not of the extent of our territory. I care not how large it is, if it multiply degenerate men. Speak not of our prosperity. Better be one of a poor people, plain in manners, revering God and respecting themselves, than belong to a rich country, which knows no higher good than riches. Earnestly do I desire for this country that, instead of copying Europe with an undiscerning servility, it may have a character of its own, corresponding to the freedom and equality of our institutions. One Europe is enough. One Paris is enough. How much to be desired is it, that, separated as we are from the eastern continent by an ocean, we should be still more widely separated by simplicity of manners, by domestic purity, by inward piety, by reverence for human nature, by moral independence, by withstanding that subjection to fashion, and that debilitating sensuality, which characterize the most civilized portions of the Old World ! CHANNING. LITTLE THINGS. LITTLE drops of water, little grains of sand, So our little errors lead the soul away THE WOUNDED EAGLE. EAGLE! this is not thy sphere ! Lay'st thou thus thy drooping head? Eagle! wilt thou not arise ? Look upon thine own bright skies! Eagle, eagle! thou hast bowed Wert thou weary on thy throne? Is not such their destiny? MRS. HEMANS. The ph in sphere has the sound of f. Wherefore is pronounced hwär'för. THE PLEASANT HOLIDAY. COME, my children, come away, For the sun shines bright to-day; Birds, and brooks, and wild-flowers see; Get your hats and come away, For it is a pleasant day. See the lambs! they sport and play Bring the hoop, and bring the ball; Let us make a merry ring, Talk, and laugh, and skip, and sing! Quickly, quickly come away, |