I see thee still. By Charles Sprague.. Canzonet. By John Howard Payne.. Lines. By Charles Sprague...... A Morning Hymn. By W. G. Clark.. Night Winds. By Henry Lance........ GEMS OF POETRY. POETRY. BY JAMES G. PERCIVAL. THE world is full of Poetry-the air And sparkle in its brightness. Earth is veiled : The year leads round the seasons; in a choir Of the wide ocean resting after storms; ފ Or tones, that wind around the vaulted roof, Of some old, lonely minster, where the hand "T is not the chime and flow of words, that move In measured file, and metrical array; "T is not the union of returning sounds, Or blend it with the movings of the soul. In studied phrase, and ornate epithet, THE AMERICAN FLAG. 15 Are few, but deep and solemn; and they break THE AMERICAN FLAG. BY J. R, DRAKE. WHEN Freedom from her mountain height, She tore the azure robe of night, Majestic monarch of the cloud! |