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And sink to sleep in the great sea-deep,
In its palace all of pearl.
And theirs was a bliss more fair than this
Which we taste in our colder clime; For they were rife in a tropic life
A brighter and better clime.
They swam 'mid isles whose summer smiles
Were dimmed by no alloy ;
And life one only joy.
They sailed all day through creek and bay,
And traversed the ocean deep;
In its fairy bowers to sleep.
And the monsters vast of ages past
They beheld in their ocean caves;
And sink in their deep-sea graves.
And hand in hand, from strand to strand,
They sailed in mirth and glee;
Twin sisters of the sea.
And they came at last to a sea long past,
But as they reached its shore,
And the ammonite was no more.
So the nautilus now in its shelly prow,
As over the deep it strays,
Its companion of other days.
And alike do we, on life's stormy sea,
As we roam from shore to shore,
And find them on earth no more.
Yet the hope how sweet, again to meet,
As we look to a distant strand,
In their ragged regimentals
(rampant From ine smoky night encampment, bore the banner of the Unicorn,
[drummer, And grummer, grummer, grummer rolled the roll of the
Through the morn!
Stood our sires;
Blazed the fires;
On the shore,
Of the plain;
Now like smiths at their forges
Round their ears;
On our flanks. Then higher, higher, higher burned the old-fashioned fire
Through the ranks!
Then the old-fashioned colonel
Rifle-breath; And rounder, rounder, rounder roared the iron six-poundor,
GUY HUMPHREY MCMASTER.
I sat with Doris, the shepherd maiden;
Her crook was laden with wreathed flowers.
And shadows stealing for hours and hours.
And she my Doris, whose lap incloses
Wild summer roses of faint perfume,
Till shades had darkened from gloss to gloom.
She touched my shoulder with fearful finger;
She said, “We linger, we must not stay; My flock 's in danger, my sheep will wander;
Behold them yonder, how far they stray!”
I answered bolder, "Nay, let me hear you,
And still be near you, and still adore! No wolf nor stranger will touch one yearling
Ahl stay my darling a moment more!" She whispered sighing, “There will be sorrow
Beyond to-morrow, if I lose to-day; My fold unguarded, my flock unfolded
I shall be scolded and sent away!”
Said I replying, "If they do miss you,
They ought to kiss you when you get home; And well rewarded by friend and neighbor
Should be the labor from which you come."
"They might remember," she answered meekly,
“That lambs are weakly and sheep are wild; But if they love me it 's none so fervent
I am a servant and not a child."
Then each hot ember glowed quick within me,
And love did win me to swift reply: “Ah! do but prove me, and none shall bind you,
Nor fray nor find you until I die!"
She blushed and started, and stood awaiting,
As if debating in dreams divine;
She doubted vainly, she must be mine.
So we twin-hearted, from all the valley
Did rouse and rally her nibbling ewes; And homeward drove them, we two together,
Through blooming leather and gleaming dews.
THE EXILE TO HIS WIFE.
That simple duty such grace did lend her,
My Doris tender, my Doris true,
And often press her to take her due.
And now in beauty she fills my dwelling
With love excelling, and undefiled;
The Exile to his cuífe.
Come to me, darling, I 'm lonely without thee;
Swallows shall flit round the desolate ruin,
Figure which moves like a song through the even,