SONG. Dost thou idly ask to hear Would that men's were truer! Woo the fair one, when around Early birds are singing; When, o'er all the fragrant ground, Early herbs are springing: When the brookside, bank, and grove, All with blossoms laden, Shine with beauty, breathe of love,— Woo the timid maiden. Woo her when, with rosy blush, Summer eve is sinking; When, on rills that softly gush, Stars are softly winking; When, through boughs that knit the bower, Moonlight gleams are stealing; Woo her, till the gentle hour Wake a gentler feeling. Woo her, when autumnal dyes Let the scene, that tells how fast Youth is passing over, Warn her, ere her bloom is past, To secure her lover. Woo her, when the north winds call At the lattice nightly; When, within the cheerful hall, Blaze the fagots brightly; While the wintry tempest round Sweeps the landscape hoary, Sweeter in her ear shall sound Love's delightful story. HYMN OF THE WALDENSES. HEAR, Father, hear thy faint afflicted flock And the broad goodly lands, with pleasant airs Yet better were this mountain wilderness, Thou, Lord, dost hold the thunder; the firm land Tosses in billows when it feels thy hand; Stillest the angry world to peace again. Oh, touch their stony hearts who hunt thy sons The murderers of our wives and little ones. Yet, mighty God, yet shall thy frown look forth Thou snalt raise up the trampled and oppressed, And thy delivered saints shall dwell in rest. MONUMENT MOUNTAIN. THOU Who wouldst see the lovely and the wild Mingled in harmony on Nature's face, Ascend our rocky mountains. Let thy foot Fail not with weariness, for on their tops The beauty and the majesty of earth, Spread wide beneath, shall make thee to forget The steep and toilsome way. There, as thou stand'st, To which thou art translated, and partake And down into the secrets of the glens, And streams, that with their bordering thickets strive Here on white villages, and tilth, and herds, |