Here lurks the dark savage With toil though thou languish, The mandate obey, No bloodhound, want-wasted, Though sore be the trial, Look on to the day Thy thirst shall allay. There shalt thou for ever Enjoy thy repose Where life's gentle river Yea, there shalt thou rest thee With none to molest thee,- THE WIFE'S SONG. BY WILLIAM LEGGETT. As the tears of the even, By the sweet light of heaven, Seem gems on each spray; So gladness to-morrow Shall shine on thy brow, The more bright for the sorrow That darkens it now. Yet if fortune, believe me, Have evil in store, Though each other deceive thee, I'll love thee the more. As ivy leaves cluster More greenly and fair, When winter winds bluster Round trees that are bare. I KNOW THAT THOU ART FAR AWAY. BY JAMES NACK. I KNOW that thou art far away, My still expectant glances stray Inquiring for thy sight. Though all too sure that thy sweet face Can bless no glance of mine, At every turn, in every place, I hope-how vain the hope, I know- Mine eyes will seek thee, and my heart A HEALTH. BY MISS ELIZABETH C. CLINCH. FILL high the cup!-the young and gay And eyes are sparkling bright: Fill high the cup!—yet ere its brim One young and smiling lip has pressed, A sudden pause in festive glee What thought hath hushed the thought of mirth, Hath checked each heart's hilarity, And given to sadness birth? "Would he were with us now!" Yet chase away each vain regret, Trust me, the meeting hour shall yet Each anxious thought repay. Is not his spirit with us now? Yes! wheresoe'er his footsteps roam, The wanderer's yearning heart can know No resting-place-but home! Then smile again, and let the song Pour forth its music sweet and clearWhat magic to those notes belong Which thus chain every ear! Soft eyes are filled with tears-what spell With every note how forcibly Return the thoughts of other days! With all around his looks are blent; One wish, with cordial feeling fraught Breathe we for him ere yet we part, That for each high and generous thought That animates his heart, |