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THE SPIRITS' GATHERING,
BY G. W. ROBBINS.
They are gathering proudly round me,
The spirits of the brave,
And many a storied wave.
The sons of every clime,
Around the brow of time.
No banner floats above them,
No warlike shout is there; They march, as march the stately stars,
Through pathless fields of air. What charm hath broke the sternness
Of your long and deep repose, Where the warrior's arm forgot at length
To grapple with his foes ?
The war-cloud burst above ye,
Unheeded in its wrath;
Ye dreamed not of its path!
'Twill shake the earth and sea, And all the armies of the dead,
Shall bear that réveillé.
THE AZURE SMILE OF SUMMER EYES.
BY M'DONALD CLARKE,
The azure smile of summer eyes
May charm the young and gay,
Like winter's sundown ray,
That all its loneness feels,
Where gloomy music steals.". En
Our feelings darken, like the rays
Of twilight through a cloud,
And hopes, unbreathed aloud : '
And gone-to come no more,
The forms, so loved of yore.
O sing the mourning songs, my child,
The bleak wild songs of old,
That now are closed, and cold.
Once with enjoyment bright,
In memory's moonless night.
That dreary music brings again
Dreams of far faded years, Ere happiness began to wane,
And hope was seen in tears;
Dim on the burial-stone;
Long-long to me unknown;
Hearts—that with wise attachment beat,
In every trial, true; Voices—that even reproof made sweet,
For love was melting through ; All that gave childhood's hour its charm,
Embalmed a mother's name, When to her grave, at midnight's calm,
Remembrance often came.
Then sing the dark old songs that speak
Of sorrow's faithful dead,
Than pleasure ever shed;
In this false world of ours, Will find them worth the richest smile
That warms but-Fortune's bowers.
Smiles glitter round the velvet path
Of wealth's voluptuous home, Yet vanish-when the thunder's wrath
And trouble's tempest come;
But tears are purer tests of truth
Keep old affections bright,
And life 's-in waneing light.
Like a sun-gilded lake, in whose waters are glassed
The forms of the roses that bloom on its shore, Thy soul-mirrored love; but death's gloomy wing passed,
And ruffled the wave till it mirrored no more. Thy flight was at twilight; the sun's golden glare
Had paled at the death of a beautiful day; But one beam, like an angel, seemed lingering there,
To light thy dear spirit in beauty away.
Farewell! the sad tears that I weep for thee now,
Are the last that my spirit shall wring from its gloom; For thy death shed a promising light o'er my brow,
That showed a glad land 'neath the veil of the tomb! I'll join thee, my bride! where eternity's bow
Its iris-hued light on our union shall pour; And the spirits that death disunited below,
Shall mingle in Heaven, to sever no more!
UNFURL OUR STANDARD HIGH.
BY OWEN GRENLIFFE WARREN.
UNFURL our standard high!
Its glorious folds shall wave
Or ocean's surges lave!
With patriotic ire,
It shall their breasts inspire
Unfurl the stripes and stars !
They evermore shall be
Triumphant on the sea !