THE SMILE OF INNOCENCE. And there's a smile on nature's face When evening spreads her shades around; It is a smile which angels might It is the smile of innocence, Of sleeping infancy's light dream; It dances round the dimpled cheek, A human heart devoid of sin. 175 MEMORY. BY W. G. CLARK. 'Tis sweet, to remember! I would not forego In her web of illusion, that shines to deceive. Its raptures anew o'er our pulses may roll, 'Tis sweet, to remember! When storms are abroad, "Tis sweet to remember! When friends are unkind, When their coldness and carelessness shadow the mind: Then, to draw back the veil which envelopes a land, 'Tis sweet, to remember! And naught can destroy NEW ENGLAND. BY J. G. WHITTIER. LAND of the forest and the rock Of dark blue lake and mighty river Of mountains reared aloft to mock The storm's career, the lightning's shock- Land of the beautiful and brave The freeman's home-the martyr's grave— The nursery of giant men, Whose deeds have linked with every glen, And every hill, and every stream, The romance of some warrior-dream! His childhood like a dream of love— NEW ENGLAND. Or mark the stranger's jaguar hand Whose soil with noble blood is red, Nor feel resentment, like a brand, Unsheathing from his fiery heart! Oh! greener hills may catch the sun Like life beneath the day-beam's glance, The green luxuriant ivy climb; And far toward the rising sun The palm may shake its leaves on high, A thousand bright-hued pinions play! 179 |