"OH, FOR THE SKYLARK'S WING, THAT SEEKS ITS MATE AS A STAR SHOOTS!"-MRS. HEMANS. "SING TO YOUR SONS THOSE MELODIES, CŒUR DE LION AT THE BIER OF HIS FATHER. 217 "TOO MUCH WE GIVE UNTO THE THINGS THAT PERISH: SO MUST IT EVER END."-MRS. HEMANS. "O HAPPINESS, HOW FAR WE FLEE THINE OWN SWEET PATHS IN SEARCH OF THEE!"-MRS. HEMANS. "" 'FEARFULLY, WONDROUSLY OUR SOULS ARE MADE 218 CŒUR DE LION AT THE BIER OF HIS FATHER. "Thy silver hairs I see, So still, so sadly bright! And father, father! but for me They had not been so white! I bore thee down, high heart! at last No longer couldst thou strive; "Thou wert the noblest king On royal throne e'er seen; And thou didst wear, in knightly ring, Of all the stateliest mien ; And thou didst prove, where spears are proved In war, the bravest heart Oh, ever the renowned and loved Thou wert ;-and there thou art! "Thou, that my boyhood's guide Didst take fond joy to be !— And climbed the parent-knee! How will that still sad face of thine [MRS. HEMANS.] LET US WALK HUMBLY ON, BUT UNDISMAYED."-HEMANS. "KNOWLEDGE STRIVES IN VAIN TO FEEL HER WAY AMIDST THE MARVELS OF THE MIND."-MRS. HEMANS. "THE WIND, THE WANDERING WIND OF THE GOLDEN SUMMER EVES"-(MRS. HEMANS) 66 EARTH MUST TAKE EARTH TO MOULDER ON HER BREAST."-HEMANS. 66 COME, I come! ye have called me long; I come o'er the mountains with light and song. Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, I have breathed on the south, and the chestnut flowers I have looked o'er the hills of the stormy north, And the moss looks bright, where my foot hath been. I have sent through the wood-paths a glowing sigh, AND WHAT IS HOME, AND WHERE, BUT WITH THE LOVING?"-HEMANS. "WHENCE IS THE THRILLING MAGIC OF ITS TONES AMONG THE LEAVES?"-MRS. HEMANS. "IT MAY BE THAT EACH DAY WE TREAD WHERE THUS DEVOTED HEARTS HAVE BLED."-HEMANS. 220 66 OH, THE GLAD SOUNDS OF THE JOYOUS EARTH! MRS. HEMANS. THE VOICE OF SPRING. From the night-bird's lay through the starry time Where the dark fir branch into verdure breaks. From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain : Come forth, O ye children of gladness, come! And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly! Away from the dwellings of care-worn men, "THEY COME WITH A BREATH FROM THE FRESH SPRING-TIME."-HEMANS. “OH, ASK NOT, HOPE THOU NOT, TOO MUCH OF SYMPATHY BELOW!"-MRS. HEMANS. "WHAT IS GLORY, WHAT IS FAME? THE ECHO OF A LONG-LOST NAME"-(WILLIAM MOTHERWELL) 66 FACTS FROM FAIRYLAND. ONE COMMON END O'ERTAKES LIFE'S IDLE DREAMING."-MOTHERWELL. 66 SWEEP TOWARDS HEAVEN WITH TIRELESS WING."- MOTHERWELL. "A FLOWER THAT BLOSSOMS FOR A DAY, DYING NEXT MORROW."-WILLIAM MOTHERWELL. |