O, wear the ring, and guard the flow- These may have language all thine own, To him a mystery still. Yet scorn thou not for this the true If there be one that o'er the dead Call his a kindred heart! JAMES G. PERCIVAL Suffers, recoils, spairing JOHN G. C. BRAINARD. then, thirsty and de- | And flashes in the moonlight gleam, And bright reflects the polar star. Of what it would, descends and sips the nearest draught. 155 The waves along thy pebbly shore, And curl around the dashing oar, As late the boatman hies him home. THE thoughts åre strange that crowd into my brain, Fairer and brighter spreads the reign of While I look upward to thee. It would May; The tresses of the woods With the light dallying of the west-wind play; And the full-brimming floods, As gladly to their goal they run, Hail the returning sun. TO SENECA LAKE. ON thy fair bosom, silver lake, The wild swan spreads his snowy sail, And round his breast the ripples break As down he bears before the gale. On thy fair bosom, waveless stream, The dipping paddle echoes far, seem From war's vain trumpet, by thy thun- | But we've a page, more glowing and more dering side? Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life, to thy unceasing roar? And yet, bold babbler, what art thou to Him Who drowned a world, and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains?—a light wave, That breaks, and whispers of its Maker's might. bright, On which our friendship and our love to write; That these may never from the soul depart, We trust them to the memory of the heart. There is no dimming, no effacement there; Each new pulsation keeps the record clear; Warm, golden letters all the tablet fill, Nor lose their lustre till the heart stands still. JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE. [U. s. A., 1795-1820.] THE AMERICAN FLAG. WHEN Freedom from her mountain height And set the stars of glory there; The sign of hope and triumph high! And cowering foes shall sink beneath Each gallant arm that strikes below That lovely messenger of death. Flag of the seas, on ocean wave JOHN PIERPONT. And frighted waves rush wildly back Flag of the free heart's hope and home, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us? And the Moon and the Fairy are watching the deep, She dispensing her silvery light, 157 While the boatman listens and ships his Had something lost of its brilliant blush; Hark! the notes on my ear that play Are set to words; as they float, they say, "Passing away! passing away!" But no; it was not a fairy's shell, Blown on the beach, so mellow and clear; Nor was it the tongue of a silver bell, Striking the hour, that filled my ear, As I lay in my dream; yet was it a chime That told of the flow of the stream of time. For a beautiful clock from the ceiling hung, And a plump little girl, for a pendulum, And the light in her eye, and the light on the wheels, That marched so calmly round above her, Was a little dimmed, steals as when Evening Upon Noon's hot face. Yet one could n't but love her, For she looked like a mother whose first babe lay Rocked on her breast, as she swung all day; And she seemed, in the same silver tone, to say, "Passing away! passing away!" While yet I looked, what a change there came! Her eye was quenched, and her cheek was wan; Stooping and staffed was her withered | Even now, the bow-string, at his beck, frame, "The ox that treadeth out the corn Thou shalt not muzzle." Thus saith God. And will ye muzzle the free-born, There's a cloud, blackening up the sky! East, west, and north its curtain spreads; Lift to its muttering folds your eye! Ye may have heard of the Soultán, He barred, and fired; and their death- Went to the stars, and their blood ran In brooks across the Atmeidán. The despot spake; and, in one night, The deed was done. He wields, alone, The sceptre of the Ottomite, And brooks no brother near his throne. Goes round his mightiest subjects' neck; Yet will he, in his saddle, stoop- Of women, who, behind his guard, Come up, their several suits to press, To state their wrongs, and ask redress. |