TACT.

WHAT boots it, thy virtue,
What profit thy parts,

While one thing thou lackest,

The art of all arts!

The only credentials,

They laugh, she laughs with them,

He is moonstruck and dumb.

This clenches the bargain,
Sails out of the bay,

Gets the vote in the Senate,
Spite of Webster and Clay;

Church, tavern, and market,
Bed and board it will sway;

It has no to-morrow,
It ends with to-day.

HAMATREYA.

MINOTT, Lee, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, Possessed the land, which rendered to their

toil

Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool, and wood.

Each of these landlords walked amidst his

farm,

Saying, ""Tis mine, my children's, and my name's.

How sweet the west wind sounds in my own

trees;

How graceful climb those shadows on my hill;
I fancy those pure waters and the flags
Know me as does my dog: we sympathize,
And, I affirm, my actions smack of the soil."
Where are those men? Asleep beneath their
grounds,

And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough.

Earth laughs in flowers to see her boastful boys Earth proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs;

Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their

They added ridge to valley, brook to pond, And sighed for all that bounded their domain, "This suits me for a pasture; that's my park, We must have clay, lime, gravel, granite-ledge, And misty lowland where to go for peat. The land is well, lies fairly to the south. 'Tis good, when you have crossed the sea and back,

To find the sitfast acres where you left them.” Ah! the hot owner sees not Death, who adds Him to his land, a lump of mould the more. Hear what the Earth says:

EARTH-SONG.

Mine and yours,

Mine not yours.

Earth endures,

Stars abide,

Shine down in the old sea, Old are the shores,

But where are old men?

I who have seen much,

Such have I never seen.
The lawyer's deed

Ran sure

In tail

To them and to their heirs

Who shall succeed

Without fail

For evermore.

Here is the land,

Shaggy with wood,
With its old valley,

Mound, and flood.

But the heritors

Fled like the flood's foam;

The lawyer, and the laws,

And the kingdom,

Clean swept herefrom.

They called me theirs,

Who so controlled me;