Those ribs that held the mighty heart,
That strong arm-strong no longer now.
Spare them, each mouldering relic spare,
Of God's own image; let them rest,
Till not a trace shall speak of where
The awful likeness was impressed.

For he was fresher from the hand
That formed of earth the human face,
And to the elements did stand

In nearer kindred than our race.

In many a flood to madness tossed,
In many a storm has been his path;
He hid him not from heat or frost,

But met them, and defied their wrath.

Then they were kind-the forests here,
Rivers, and stiller waters, paid

A tribute to the net and spear

Of the red ruler of the shade.

Fruits on the woodland branches lay,

Roots in the shaded soil below,

The stars looked forth to teach his way, The still earth warned him of the foe.

A noble race! but they are gone,
With their old forests wide and deep,
And we have built our homes upon

Fields where their generations sleep. Their fountains slake our thirst at noon, Upon their fields our harvest waves, Our lovers woo beneath their moon

Then let us spare at least their graves !

MIDSUMMER.

A SONNET.

A POWER is on the earth and in the air,
From which the vital spirit shrinks afraid,
And shelters him in nooks of deepest shade,
From the hot steam and from the fiery glare.
Look forth upon the earth-her thousand plants

Are smitten; even the dark sun-loving maize Faints in the field beneath the torrid blaze; The herd beside the shaded fountain pants; For life is driven from all the landscape brown;

The bird hath sought his tree, the snake his

den,

The trout floats dead in the hot stream, and

men

Drop by the sun-stroke in the populous town: As if the Day of Fire had dawned, and sent Its deadly breath into the firmament.

THE GREEK PARTISAN.

OUR free flag is dancing

In the free mountain air,
And burnished arms are glancing,
And warriors gathering there!

And fearless is the little train

Whose gallant bosoms shield it ;

The blood that warms their hearts shall stain
That banner ere they yield it.
-Each dark eye is fixed on earth,
And brief each solemn greeting;
There is no look nor sound of mirth,

Where those stern men are meeting.