"WHO HAS ROBBED THE OCEAN CAVE?" JOHN SHAW. Who has robbed the ocean cave, Thousand charms thy form to deck, On thy breath their fragrance borne: But one charm remains behind, Which mute earth could ne'er impart; Nor in ocean wilt thou find, Nor in the circling air, a heart: Fairest, wouldst thou perfect be, 253679A Two eyes I see whose sunny blue Two lips whose ripe and cherry hue Two rippling waves of gold brown hair, TWO PICTURES. MARIAN DOUGLASS. An old farm-house, with meadows wide, The door with woodbine wreathed about From this dull spot the world to see, How happy, happy, happy, How happy I should be!" Amid the city's constant din, A man who round the world has been, The old, green meadows could I see, How happy, happy, happy, How happy I should be!" 101 EXTRACTS FROM "BURNS." F. G. HALLECK. He kept his honesty and truth, His independent tongue and pen, And moved in manhood as in youth, Pride of his fellow-men. Strong sense, deep feeling, passions strong, A kind, true heart, a spirit high, That could not fear and would not bow, Were written in his manly eye And on his manly brow. Praise to the bard! His words are driven, Praise to the man! A nation stood EXTRACTS FROM "BURNS.". THE NATIVITY. 103 Her brave, her beautiful, her good, As when a loved one dies. And still, as on his funeral day, Men stand his cold earth-couch around, And consecrated ground it is, The last, the hallowed home of one Such graves as his are pilgrim-shrines, THE NATIVITY. J. MILTON. This is the month, and this the happy morn, That glorious form, that light unsufferable, |