Heirs of an immortal sire,

Let his deeds your hearts inspire;

Weave the strain and wake the lyre

Where your altars stand!

Hail with pride and loud hurrahs,

Streaming from a thousand

spars,

Freedom's rainbow-flag of stars!

Symbol of our land!

LINES FOR MUSIC.

WRITTEN AMONG THE HIGHLANDS OF THE HUDSON RIVER.

O would that she were here,

These hills and dales among,

Where vocal groves are gaily mocked
By Echo's airy tongue :
Where jocund Nature smiles
In all her gay attire,

Amid deep-tangled wiles

Of hawthorn and sweetbrier.

O would that she were here,

That fair and gentle thing,

Whose words are musical as strains Breathed by the wind-harp's string.

O would that she were here,

Where the free waters leap,

Shouting in their joyousness

Adown the rocky steep:

Where rosy Zephyr lingers
All the live-long day,

With health upon his pinions,

And gladness in his way.

O would that she were here

Sure Eden's garden-plot

Did not embrace more varied charms Than this romantick spot.

O would that she were here,

Where glide the pleasant hours, Rife with the song of bee and bird, The perfume of the flowers: Where beams of peace and love, And radiant beauty's glow

Are pictured in the sky above,

And in the lake below.

O would that she were here

The nymphs of this bright scene,

With song

and dance and revelry

Would hail BIANCA queen.

STARLIGHT RECOLLECTIONS.

'Twas night. In the woodland alone
We met with no witnesses by,
But such as resplendently shone

:

In the blue-tinted vault of the sky :Your head on my bosom was laid,

As

you said you would ever be mine; And I promised to love, dearest maid, And worship alone at your shrine.

Your love on my heart gently fell
As the dew on the flowers at eve,
Whose bosoms with gratitude swell,
A blessing to give and receive:

And I knew by the glow on your cheek,
And the rapture you could not control,

No power had language to speak

The faith or content of your soul.

I love you as none ever loved,

As the steel to the star I am true; And I, dearest maiden, have proved

That none ever loved me but you. Till memory loses her power,

Or the sands of my being have run, I'll remember the star-lighted hour, That mingled two hearts into one.

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