"T is over-and now all beneath, S. H. STANZAS. THE young, the lovely, pass away, Earth's fairest flowers swift decay, Its blasted trees remain. Full oft we see the brightest thing That lifts its head on high, Smile in the light, then droop its wing, And fade away and die. And kindly is the lesson given: Then dry the falling tear; They came to raise our hearts to heaven, They go to call us there. E. L. C. TO THE SKYLARK. BY WORDSWORTH. ETHEREAL minstrel! Pilgrim of the sky! To the last point of vision, and beyond, Leave to the nightingale her shady wood— Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood True to the kindred points of heaven and home! SONNET TO THE MEMORY OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN. BY AN ENGLISH GENTLEMAN. FRANKLIN! if hallowed was the voice, that said "Blest are the peace makers!" then thou art blest, And thou may'st sweetly sleep, and take thy rest In the untroubled grave :—the virtuous dead, For the soul sickens at the deeds of death That fill the busy trumpet's laboring breath, And weeps to think that mortal verse has sung them! But they have their reward: A nobler name May wait in patience for a purer fame. |