and fond,

ress; prayer all wrath disarming!

But thought that love with thee had reach'd its bound.

At length thou camest; thou, the last and least; Nick-named "the Emperor," by thy laughing brothers,

Because a haughty spirit swell'd thy breast,
And thou didst seek to rule and sway the
others;

Mingling with every playful infant wile
A mimic majesty that made us smile: -

And oh! most like a regal child wert thou!
An eye of resolute and successful scheming;

dying;

Nor leaving in thy turn: but pleased to glide

Thro' the dark room where I was sadly lying,

Or by the couch of pain, a sitter meek,

brow

Fit for the world's strife, not for Poet's dreaming:

And proud the lifting of thy stately head,

I, that all other love had been forswearing, Forthwith admitted, equal and the same;

Nor injured either, by this love's comparing; Nor stole a fraction for the newer call, But in the mother's heart found room for all!

The Child of Earth.

Fainter her slow step falls from day to day, Death's hand is heavy on her darkening brow;

Yet doth she fondly cling to earth, and say, "I am content to die, but, oh! not now! Not while the blossoms of the joyous spring

Make the warm air such luxury to breathe; Not while the birds such lays of gladness sing; Not while bright flowers around my footsteps wreathe.

Spare me, great God! lift up my drooping brow; but, oh! not now!"

I am content to die,

The bleak wind whistles: snow-showers, far and near,

Drift without echo to the whitening ground: Autumn hath passed away, and, cold and drear, Winter stalks on with frozen mantle bound: Yet still that prayer ascends. "Oh! laughingly My little brothers round the warm hearth crowd,

Our home-fire blazes broad, and bright, and high,

And the roof rings with voices light and loud:

Spare me awhile! raise up my drooping brow! I am content to die, but, oh! not now!"

As round we went, that they so soon should sit
Mourning beside thee, while a nation mourned,
Changing her festal for her funeral song;
That they so soon should hear the minute-gun,
As morning gleamed on what remained of thee,
Roll o'er the sea, the mountains, numbering
Thy years of joy and sorrow.

Thou art gone;
And he who would assail thee in thy grave,
Oh, let him pause! For who among us all,
Tried as thou wert even from thine earliest

wheel'd,

of tempest

When all was still in the destroying hour No trace of man! no vestige of its power!

War and the Great in war let others sing, Havoc and spoil, and tears and triumphing; The morning-march that flashes to the sun, The feast of vultures when the day is done; And the strange tale of many slain for one! I sing a Man amidst his sufferings here, Who watch'd and serv'd in humbleness and fear; Gentle to others, to himself severe . . . . ..

Still unsubdued by Danger's varying form,
Still, as unconscious of the coming storm,
He look'd elate! His beard, his mien sublime,
Shadow'd by Age - by Age before the time,
From many a sorrow borne in many a clime,
Mov'd every heart.

Columbus.

Say who first pass'd the portals of the West,
And the great Secret of the Deep possess'd;
Who first the standard of his Faith unfurl'd
On the dread confines of an unknown World;
Sung ere his coming and by Heav'n design'd
To lift the veil that cover'd half mankind! . . . .
'Twas night. The Moon, o'er the wide wave,
disclos'd

Her awful face; and Nature's self reposed;
When, slowly rising in the azure sky,
Three white sails shone but to no mortal eye,
Entering a boundless sea. In slumber cast,
The very ship-boy, on the dizzy mast,
Half breath'd his orisons. Alone unchang'd
Calmly, beneath, the great Commander rang'd,
Thoughtful not sad. "Thy will be done!" he

cried

He spoke, and, at his call, a mighty Wind,
Not like the fitful blast, with fury blind,
But deep, majestic, in its destin'd course,
Rush'd with unerring, unrelenting force,

From the bright East. Tides duly ebb'd and flow'd;

Stars rose and set; and new horizons glow'd;
Yet still it blew! As with primeval sway
Still did its ample spirit, night and day
Move on the waters!

Yet who but He undaunted could explore
A world of waves a sea without a shore,
Trackless and vast and wild as that reveal'd