And then to mark the lord of all, The forest hero, train'd to wars, This bank, in which the dead were laid, Brought wreaths of beads and flowers, But now the wheat is green and high The weapons of his rest; And there, in the loose sand, is thrown Ah, little thought the strong and brave, That the pale race, who waste us now, They waste us-aye-like April snow In the warm noon, we shrink away; And fast they follow, as we go Towards the setting day, Till they shall fill the land, and we But I behold a fearful sign, To which the white men's eyes are blind; Save ruins o'er the region spread, Before these fields were shorn and till'd, The fresh and boundless wood; And torrents dash'd, and rivulets play'd, Those grateful sounds are heard no more ; The realms our tribes are crush'd to get THE SHIP. MALCOLM. HER mighty sails the breezes swell, And fast she leaves the lessening land, And from the shore the last farewell Is waved by many a snowy hand; And weeping eyes are on the main, Until its verge she wanders o'er ; But, from that hour of parting pain, . Oh! she was never heard of more! In her was many a mother's joy, The lonely heart's unceasing prayer; When on her wide and trackless path Vain guesses all!-Her destiny Is dark-she ne'er was heard of more. The moon hath twelve times changed her form But ocean keeps its secret well; And though we know that all is o'er, No eye hath seen-no tongue can tell Her fate-she ne'er was heard of more! FORGET THEE> REV. J. MOULTRIE. "FORGET thee?"-If to dream by night, and muse on thee by day; If all the worship deep and wild a poet's heart can pay, If prayers in absence, breathed for thee to heaven's protecting power, [hour, If winged thoughts that flit to thee-a thousand in an If busy Fancy blending thee with all my future lot, If this thou call'st "forgetting," thou, indeed, shalt be forgot! Forget thee?"-Bid the forest birds forget their sweetest tune! "Forget thee?"-Bid the sea forget to swell beneath [freshing dew; the moon; Bid the thirsty flowers forget to drink the eve's reThyself forget thine "own dear land," and its " mountains wild and blue;" Forget each old familiar face, each long remember'd spot: When these things are forgot by thee, then thou shalt be forgot! fancy-free; Keep, if thou wilt, thy maiden peace still calm and [glad for me; For, God forbid! thy gladsome heart should grow less Yet, while that heart is still unwon, oh, bid not mine [love; to rove, But let it muse its humble faith, and uncomplaining If these, preserved for patient years, at last avail me not, Forget me then ;-but ne'er believe that thou canst be forgot! THE BRIDAL MORNING. ANONYMOUS. TEARS on thy bridal morning! Tears, my love! And at God's blessed altar shalt thou kneel So meek and beautiful, that men will deem Some angel there doth pray. Thou shalt then be |