"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, Rivals the summer skies; Two lips whose ripe and cherry hue With bright carnation vies; Two rippling waves of gold brown hair, An antique comb to keep them straight; A sweet and simple face most fairPressed on my heart is this portrait. TWO PICTURES. MARIAN DOUGLASS. An old farm-house, with meadows wide, 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, 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, Like flower-seeds by the far winds sown, Where'er, beneath the sky of heaven, The birds of fame have flown. 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, Our great redemption from above did bring; That he our daily forfeit should release, That glorious form, that light unsufferable, |