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And XERXES in a single bark,

Where late his thousand ships were dark,

Must all their fury dare ;

Thy glorious revenge was this,

Thy trophy, deathless SALAMIS!

M. J. J.

STANZAS.

BY T. K. HERVEY, ESQ.

SLUMBER lie soft on thy beautiful eye!

Spirits whose smiles are—

-like thine-of the sky,

Play thee to sleep with their visionless strings,

Brighter than thou-but because they have wings!
-Fair as a being of heavenly birth,

But loving and loved as a child of the earth!

Why is that tear? Art thou gone, in thy dream,

To the valley far off, and the moon-lighted stream,

Where the sighing of flowers, and the nightingale's song,

Fling sweets on the wave, as it wanders along?
Blest be the dreams that restores them to thee,
But thou art the bird and the roses to me!

And now, as I watch o'er thy slumbers, alone,
And hear thy low breathing, and know thee mine own,
And muse on the wishes that grew in that vale,
And the fancies we shaped from the river's low tale,

I blame not the fate that has taken the rest,
While it left to my bosom its dearest and best.

Slumber lie soft on thy beautiful eye!
Love be a rainbow to brighten thy sky!

Oh! not for sunshine and hope would I part

With the shade time has flung over all-but thy heart!
Still art thou all which thou wert when a child,

Only more holy-and only less wild!

Friendship's Offering.

TO AN EAGLE.

BY J. PERCIVAL.

BIRD of the broad and sweeping wing,
Thy home is high in heaven,

Where wide the storms their banners fling,
And the tempest-clouds are driven !
Thy throne is on the mountain top,
Thy fields, the boundless air;
And hoary peaks, that proudly prop
The skies, thy dwellings are.

Thou sittest, like a thing of light,
Amid the noontide blaze:

The midway sun is clear and bright-
It cannot dim thy gaze.

Thy pinions to the rushing blast

O'er the bursting billow spread,

Where the vessel plunges, hurry past,

Like an angel of the dead.

Thou art perched aloft on the beetling crag,

And the waves are white below,

And on, with a haste that cannot lag,

They rush in an endless flow.

Again, thou hast plumed thy wing for flight
To lands beyond the sea,

And away, like a spirit wreathed in light,
Art hurrying wild and free.

Thou hurriest over the myriad waves,

And thou leavest them all behind;

Thou sweepest that place of unknown graves, Fleet as the tempest wind.

When the night-storm gathers dim and dark,

With a shrill and a boding scream, Thou rushest by the foundering bark, Quick as a passing dream.

Lord of the boundless realm of air,
In thy imperial name,

The hearts of the bold and ardent dare
The dangerous path of fame.

Beneath the shade of thy golden wings
The Roman legions bore,

From the river of Egypt's cloudy springs,
Their pride to the polar shore.

For thee they fought, for thee they fell,
And their oath was on thee laid;
To thee the clarions raised their swell,
And the dying warrior prayed.

Thou wert, through an age of death and fears,
The image of pride and power,

Till the gathered rage of a thousand years
Burst forth in one awful hour.

And then, a deluge of wrath it came,
And the nations shook with dread;

And it swept the earth, till its fields were flame,
And piled with the mingled dead.
Kings were rolled in the wasteful flood,
With the low and crouching slave;
And together lay, in a shroud of blood,
The coward and the brave!

And where was then thy fearless flight?-
"O'er the dark mysterious sea,

To the lands that caught the setting light,
The cradle of Liberty.

There, on the silent and lonely shore,

For ages,

I watched alone,

And the world, in its darkness, asked no more, Where the glorious bird had flown.

"But then came a bold and hardy few, And they breasted the unknown wave; I caught afar the wandering crew,

And I knew they were high and brave.

I wheeled around the welcome bark,
As it sought the desolate shore;

And

up to heaven, like a joyous lark, My quivering pinions bore.

"And now, that bold and hardy few

Are a nation wide and strong,

And danger and doubt I have led them through,
And they worship me in song ;

And over their bright and glancing arms,

On field, and lake, and sea,

With an eye that fires, and a spell that charms,
I guide them to victory!"

Atlantic Souvenir.

THE LOST STAR.

A light is gone from yonder sky,
A star has left its sphere;
The beautiful-and do they die
In yon bright world as here?
Will that star leave a lonely place,
A darkness on the night—
No;-few will miss its lovely face,
And none think heaven less bright!

What wert thou star of?—vanished one!
What mystery was thine?

Thy beauty from the east is

gone:

What was thy sway and sign?

Wert thou the star of opening youth?

And is it then for thee,

Its frank glad thoughts, its stainless truth,
So early cease to be?

Lord of the boundless realm of air,
In thy imperial name,

The hearts of the bold and ardent dare
The dangerous path of fame.

Beneath the shade of thy golden wings
The Roman legions bore,

From the river of Egypt's cloudy springs,
Their pride to the polar shore.

For thee they fought, for thee they fell,
And their oath was on thee laid;
To thee the clarions raised their swell,
And the dying warrior prayed.

Thou wert, through an age of death and fears,
The image of pride and power,

Till the gathered rage of a thousand years
Burst forth in one awful hour.

And then, a deluge of wrath it came,
And the nations shook with dread;

And it swept the earth, till its fields were flame,
And piled with the mingled dead.
Kings were rolled in the wasteful flood,
With the low and crouching slave;
And together lay, in a shroud of blood,
The coward and the brave!

And where was then thy fearless flight?-
“O'er the dark mysterious sea,

To the lands that caught the setting light,
The cradle of Liberty.

There, on the silent and lonely shore,

For ages, I watched alone,

And the world, in its darkness, asked no more, Where the glorious bird had flown.

"But then came a bold and hardy few, And they breasted the unknown wave;

I caught afar the wandering crew,

And I knew they were high and brave.

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