SPIRIT OF JOY.

SPIRIT of Joy! thou pervadest the earth,
Revealing to mortals thy heavenly birth;
There is not a spot on its surface fair,
But thy bright and beautiful form is there!
Thou 'rt borne on the wings of the perfumed gale,
Thou art hid in the lone, sequester'd vale!

In the flash of the fountain, sparkling bright, As it bounds from its shelter'd rock to light, In the early beam of the morning sun, Rejoicing his race is again begun,

In the tint of each flower, each leaf's fresh green,

Thy gladd'ning presence is everywhere seen!

In the thrilling note of the blithesome bird,
Wanderer o'er sea and o'er land, thou art heard,
And the innocent squirrel's thoughtless glee,
Tells that his heart is no stranger to thee;
The echoes are thine, in their lonely caves
And thy form is dancing on ocean's waves!

But, spirit, thy chosen home thou hast made
In the sweetest haunt, though soonest to fade!
In childhood's pure eye thou lovest to dwell,
There is most potent and holy thy spell!

Why art thou banish'd thy sweet place of rest?
Oh, cherish through life so welcome a guest!—

A.

TO A DAISY,

SEEN IN APRIL, WHICH WAS BLASTED THE NEXT DAY.

WAVE thy fair head, thou early flower!
And the fleeting sunshine borrow,
For scornful winds and driving showers
Shall lay thee low tomorrow.

Fond beauty! whose love lighted eye
The smile of joy is wearing,

Cherish the beam! for hope shall die
And leave thy soul despairing.
The blossom of spring's untimely birth
To the lingering storm is given,

And Love's a flower may bud on earth,
But only blooms in heaven.

G. T.

LINES

SUGGESTED BY READING "EARLY IMPRESSIONS."

LAURA.

I WOULD shine in diamonds, in colored gems

be drest;

The rainbow for my mantle, the stars upon my

breast.

Feathers, fringes, flowers and lace, all rich and gay attire

Should make the humble know their place, and all the world admire,

And I would lead the ton, by wealth's commanding power;

Thus joy should fill my golden cup, till life's last ling'ring hour.

HARRIOT.

I would be a beauty and flash my brilliant eye; My cheeks should opening roses show, my lips a vermeil dye;

My alabaster brow and neck should dazzle all

who gazed;

My dimple smiles should win all hearts, where'er my beauty blazed,

So I would charm the world by my bewitching

power;

And thus fill up my cup of bliss, till life's last ling'ring hour.

HELEN.

Give me nor wealth nor beauty,—I ask a spirit

keen,

A wit that sparkles while it burns, that cuts

as soon as seen;

Like a blazing comet I would trace a bright, portentous path,

And all should worship at my shrine, or tremble at my wrath.

Thus I would sweep the world by wit's subduing

power,

And fill my joyous crystal cup, till life's last ling'ring hour.

SERENA.

These tempting gifts I dare not ask,-they blight the soul when given;

Oh, rather grant me a pure heart, which guides us straight to heaven,

A gentle spirit from above, to lead in wisdom's

ways,

To make me humble in my youth, and useful all my days.

And if I always rule my life by virtue's holy

power,

My cup of bliss will overflow, beyond my latest

hour.

C. C. D.