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✓ X.-The Fisher Boy. Engraved by Ellis from a Pic
ture by Inman. ✓XI.--Reconciliation. Engraved by Illman and Pilbrow
from a Picture by Stephanoff. ✓ XII.- The Temple of Egina. Engraved by Kelly from
a Picture by Turner.
THE AMERICAN EAGLE.
BY CHARLES WEST THOMSON.
Bird of the heavens! whose matchless eye
Alone can front the blaze of day, And, wandering through the radiant sky,
Ne'er from the sunlight turns away,
Majestic o'er the loftiest peak,
Around thy nest, in tempests speak,
Bird of the cliffs! thy noble form
Born for the thunder and the storm,
The mountain and the rock are thine ;
Thy eyry is sublimely hung,
And loudest lullabies are sung
Bird of the sun! to thee-to thee
The earliest tints of dawn are known, And 'tis thy proud delight to see
The monarch mount his gorgeous throne, Throwing the crimson drapery by,
That half impedes his glorious way,
E'en what he is—the king of day!
gaze, Thou meet’st the splendour of his blaze.
Bird of Columbia! well art thou
An emblem of our native land;
Among the nations doom'd to stand; Proud, like her mighty mountain woods;
Like her own rivers, wandering free; And sending forth from hills and floods
The joyous shout of liberty! Like thee, majestic bird! like thee, She stands in unbought majesty, With spreading wing, untired and strong, That dares a soaring far and long, That mounts aloft, nor looks below, And will not quail though tempests blow.
The admiration of the earth,
In grand simplicity she stands;
And she was nursed by rugged hands;
Her rising fame new glory brings, For kings and nobles come from far
To seek the shelter of her wings. And like thee, rider of the cloud, She mounts the heavens, serene and proud, Great in a pure and noble fame, Great in her spotless champion's name, And destined in her day to be Mighty as Rome-more nobly free.
My native land! my native land!
To whom my thoughts will fondly turn; For her the warmest hopes expand,
For her the heart with fears will yearn.“ Oh! may she keep her eye, like thee,
Proud eagle of the rocky wild,
By rank, by faction unbeguiled;
Long on each mountain's sun-crown'd height,
And o'er each forest's shadowy dell, May freedom's banner meet the sight,
And freedom's pæan loudly swellTill every valley round about,
And every stream that wanders free, Shall echo back the glorious shout,
"This is the land of liberty!' Long may her happiness be found Based on that firm and holy ground, And, like her population's sweep, Still spread abroad from deep to deep Where day declines, where morning springs, The eagle stretches out her wings.