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Each rustling of the forest tree,
That's waked by gentle zephyrs bland, Bears in its murm'ring sound to me,
Some vision of my native land! Then give me back my forest shade,
Where once I roamed so blithe and gay, Wherexwith my dusky mates 1 strayed,
In childhood's blest and happy day.
MY LIFE IS LIKE THE SUMMER ROSE.
BY E. H. WILDE.
My life is like the summer rose
That opens to the morning sky,
My life is like the autumn leaf,
Its hold is frail—its date is brief—
My life is like the print which feet
Have left on Tempe's desert strand-
His track will vanish from the sand;
THE MERMAID'S CAVE.
BY MISS H. F. GOULD.
Come, mariner, down in the deep with me,
And hide thee under the wave;
In a cell of the mermaid's cave.
And she who is waiting with cheek so pale,
At the tempest and ocean's roar; And weeps when she hears the menacing gale, Or sighs to behold her mariner's sail,
Come whitening up to the shore;
She has not long to linger for thee,
Her sorrows will soon be o'er,
So sweet, she will wake no more.
I LEFT THEE WHERE I FOUND THEE, LOVE.
BY MRS. HARRIET MUZZY.
I Left thee where I found thee, love,
Throned gaily in those laughing eyes;
For love is loveliest while he flies.
For flight may end both hopes and fears;
For love's resistless when in tears.
At distance I may view thee, love,
Unchecked by glances, smiles, or sighs;
So wrapped in friendship's deep disguise.
Thy presence hallowed every spot;
For love's last look is ne'er forgot. WHEN MORNING, LIKE A BLUSHING BRIDE.
BY F. HILL.
When morning, like a blushing bride,
And to their homes night spirits glide,
And every mirrored orb that glides
Across the summer sea, love,
Shall wake a thought of thee, love.
Then fare thee well, and bear with thee
Shall dim thy precious memory,
For oh! these eyes with fond truth shine,
Declare that I am ever thine,
THERE'S BEAUTY IN THE DEEP.
BY J. a. C. BRAINARD.
There's beauty in the deep:— The wave is bluer than the sky; And, though the light shine bright on high, More softly do the sea-gems glow That sparkle in the depths below; The rainbow's tints are only made When on the waters they are laid, And sun and moon most sweetly shine Upon the ocean's level brine.
There's beauty in the deep.
There's music in the deep:—
There's music in the deep.
There's quiet in the deep :— Above, let tides and tempests rave, And earth-bor n whirlwinds wake the wave;