Thou shouldst be with us when the sun descending
Walks to his rest along a path of gold,
When o'er the hills triumphantly are blending
Colours that mock the Tyrian dyes of old;
Thou shouldst be with us when the dews of morn
String their bright pearls upon the slender corn:-

With us at noontide in some grassy lair,

Hid in its green depths, like a folded flower, The rustic meal with merry heart to share,

Far from the grave restraints of courtlier bower; With us to wake the smile and prompt the song, Wing the sad hour, the pleasant one prolong.

Come to us, bright one-sunbeam of the heart!
There rests a shadow on our souls till then ;
But come, and fresh flowers in our path will start,
And joyous greetings ring through grove and glen:
Come back and listen to affection's vow,

And the glad household-welcome-"Here art thou!"

SONG.

RYAN.

OH! where is love?

With yonder silv'ry light 'tis blended,

When far above,

The radiant moon shineth!

But when she declineth,

Then love like her reign is ended!

Oh! where is love?

'Tis in the beauteous rainbow beaming!

And doth remove

From him that pursueth,

'Till the chase he rueth,

And he finds he hath been dreaming!

Oh! where is love?

'Tis in the short-lived meteor glowing

The stream above;

And affection ceaseth

As that light decreaseth,
Or sinks in the streamlet flowing!

STANZAS.

ANONYMOUS.

WHEN the voices are gone

That breathed music around,

And the faces we look for
Are not to be found;

Then Love is a hermit,
And steals all apart,
For cold strikes the world
On the strings of the heart.

That world that we dreamt of
In home's pleasant bowers,
Ere we drank of its fountain,

Or gathered its flowers;

That we pictured as bright,
And we found as frail too,
As the gossamer's web

With its garlands of dew.

All the glitter that dazzled,
The newness that won,
Fade away from our reason,
Like clouds from the sun;
As the angel of truth,

Growing bright through our tears, Shows the world but a desert,

When sorrow appears.

Our childhood is fleet,

As a dream of the night;

And youth fades anon,

Like the flower in sunlight :

And manhood soon ripens

As corn for the flail ; And age drops to dust,

Like the leaves on the gale.

Thus, year after year,

Life's enchantments decay;

The glow of the spirits,

So buoyantly gay,

Is chilled by unkindness,

Or chastened by woe, Till man finds his paradise Darkened below.

But man has a spirit

The world cannot bind,
That mounts to the stars,

And leaves darkness behind;
Where the voices we loved
Breathe a holier sound,
And the faces we look for,
Again may be found!

THE HISTORY OF A LIFE.

BARRY CORNWALL.

DAY dawned.

Within a curtained room,

Filled to faintness with perfume,

A lady lay, at point of doom.

Day closed. A child had seen the light.
But for the lady fair and bright-

She rested in undreaming night!

Springs came. The lady's grave was green,
And, near it, often-times was seen
A gentle boy with thoughtful mien.

Years fled. He wore a manly face,
And struggled in the world's rough race,
And won, at last, a lofty place.

And then! He died!

-Behold before ye

Humanity's poor sum and story ;—

Life-Death-and (all that is of) Glory!

THE LOVE OF OTHER DAYS.

MRS. NORTON.

'Tis past! we've learned to live apart;
And with a faint and gradual ray,
All hope hath faded from my heart,
Like sunset on an autumn day.
Forgetful of these hours of pain,
They tell me I shall love again.

Perhaps I may! we laugh at jests

Some buried friend at random made: Peace steals within our grieving breasts, As sunbeams pierce the forest shade: We learn to fling all mourning byEven that which clothed our memory!

Therefore I do believe this woe.

Like other things, will fade and pass; And my crush'd heart spring up and blow, Like flowers among the trodden grass:

But ere I love, it must be long

The habits of the heart are strong.

Ere my accustomed eye can seek
In some new, unfamiliar face,
The smile that glow'd upon thy cheek,
And lent thine eye a softer grace,
When in the crowd I turned to thee,
Proud of thy certain sympathy: