Shrouded by mist and darkened by storm, The Rhine-that little word will be The Rhine-oh! where beneath the sun Where dawns the day upon a stream Like yon green glancing glorious Rhine? Born where blooms the Alpine rose, Cradled in the Baden sea, Forth the infant river flows, Leaping on in childish glee. He crowns his rocky cup with wine, And makes a gallant pilgrimage To many a ruin'd tower and shrine. THE DARKENED CAGE. Farewell thou Father Rhine! as they THE DARKENED CAGE. He wakens from sleep-that blithesome bird, Hark! a low melody soft and clear, Had he heard it amid the smiles of day; Till the whole sweet strain becomes his own. 87 88 THE DARKENED CAGE. He sings it in full free notes at last- Have we not oft like that drooping bird, And felt their wisdom, and blessed their worth, Like the bird we may not hope to gain But though darkness reign o'er our mortal day, When the shroud is raised from our longing eyes MRS. ABDY. PRAISE AND PRAYER. 89 PRAISE AND PRAYER. Can words alone the first display? Prove we the last by bended knee? Thy Spirit must the heart prepare, Then give the power thy grace imparts, B. BARTON. The desire of being thought wise is often a hinderance to becoming so, for such a one is more solicitous to let the world see what knowledge he hath, than to learn that which he wants. 90 THE VALUE OF A MOMENT. THE VALUE OF A MOMENT. At every motion of our breath, Life trembles on the brink of death; A moment usher'd us to birth, 'Twixt that, long fled, which gave us light, This is that moment-who can tell Time past and time to come are not, J. MONTGOMERY. |