Those lovely maids were call'd "the Hours," False Love, how simple souls thou cheatest! In myrtle bower that traitor near Long watch'd an Hour-the softest, sweetestThe evening Hour, to shepherds dear. In tones so bland he praised her beauty; Meanwhile the fold was left unguarded; The wolf broke in, the lambs were slain; And now from Virtue's train discarded, With tears her sisters speak their pain. Time flies, and still they weep; for never And all the rest shall smile no more! NEVER DESPAIR. FROM "VOICES FOR PROGRESS, AND OTHER POE NEVER despair! though dark shadows surround Never despair! though long suffering and wea Never despair! though the task long begu Perseverance may tell thee, long ere th Never despair! like the coward and Never despair' tuig, dark, KADOW: G Let not thine hear. Remember, thougt fra Ser 2 To-morrow, suver BA BY DALAW low, itain's brow les fold thee wing, WHO are the living of the earth? Not they that creep, like slugs, from birth To roam amid all glorious things; Mingle their eternities. Mark him on yon promontory Fledging his vision for flight of glory; For, oh, what a beautiful world is ours, Bright waters, green meadows, and twilight bowers! And seen by the youth from his mountain-peak, They sleep on the plain so bland and meek; The blue sky kissing the ocean white, Dim on the outer verge of sight; The city's pride of spires and domes; Mark the same mute, earnest form, + When the lurid line cleaves the vault in twain, His spirit is blent with the tempest strife.- Who are the living of the earth? The bubbles of passion and joyless mirth Even memory trembling with the breath Above the oblivious maw of death? |