In the veil❜d lightnings of that falcon eye,

I read the high

And godlike aspirations of a mind,

Whose loftiest aim was power to bless mankind.

And when thy name through all the earth was known,
When monarchs quaked before thy triple crown,
When queens beheld me, in mine hour of pride,
Thy glorious bride,

No selfish vanity my heart could swell

I shared a throne, but would have shared a cell.

Like thine, my soul was form'd for glorious fate;
I loved thee as the eagle loves its mate;
Nor did I seek with borrow'd strength to climb
The height sublime,

Where thou hadst built thine eyry; 'twas for me
Enough that thou wert there-I follow'd thee.

And in thy toils too have I borne a part;

In scenes where might have quail'd man's sterner heart;

When dark rebellion rear'd his hydra crest,

My hand caress'd

And soothed the dreaded monster till he smil'd,

And bow'd him down submissive as a child.

Though all untaught the warrior's brand to wield,
Yet went my spirit with thee to the field

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Where charging squadrons met in fierce array;

Nor, 'mid the fray,

Awoke one terror for a husband's life-
Such fear were idle in Napoleon's wife.

Alas! how has my pride become my shame!
I saw thee mount the rugged steep of fame,
And joy'd to think how soon thy mighty soul
Would reach its goal;

Nor ever dream'd, ambitious though thou art,
That thy last step would be upon my heart.

Vain sacrifice! no second of thy race

Shall wield the world's dread sceptre in thy place; Rude nature might have taught how false must be Such hope to thee;

For lofty minds but with like minds should wedNot in the dove's soft nest are eaglets bred.

Our's was the soul's high union; and the pain
That wears my spirit down, breaks not its chain;
No earthly hand such fetters could untwine:
And I am thine,

As fondly, proudly thine, in exile now,

As when thy diadem begirt my brow.

SUSQUEHANNA.

WOULD'ST thou mark the Susquehanna's course,
When 'tis boldest and best to see?

Then come, when it swells from its mountain source,
And foams in its furious glee,

And bounds away, like a wild war horse,

In its strength exulting free!

When it sweeps, with the wealth of its farthest shore,

So rapidly to the deep;

Or rests awhile, 'neath the glancing oar,

In the hills' dark shade to sleep;

Or its lilied surface lingers more

Where its island birch trees weep.

O come to the Susquehanna's shades
Ere the balmy spring goes by!
Ere the poplar's tulip garden fades
From its breezy bed on high;

While the sycamore, with the dark elm, aids
The locust to charm the eye!

Then the breath of the clover perfumes the vale,
And the wild grape scents the breeze,
And the elder blossom sweetens the gale,
And the bright birds in the trees,
With their wild wood melody, cannot fail
The rudest heart to please!

Thou shouldst come to the Susquehanna's hills
Ere her laurels lose their glow;

While their fragrant breath the valley fills,
Which they mantle with roseate snow;
Where the rock its crystal stream distils,
On the moss and the fern below.

Thou shouldst climb the cliffs to their proudest peak,
And glance o'er the river fair,
Or the loftiest hill's steep summit seek,

And, spread in the summer air,

See forest and field and spire-then speak-
Does the world look lovely there?

A LEGEND OF THE HURONS.

BY SAMUEL S. BOYD.

THEY brought her out at eventide,
And laid her by the mountain-side:

They raised no hymn-they said no prayer,
Nor cross, nor white-stoled priest was there;
But sorrow's cloud hung o'er that glen,
The deep, still wo of tearless men.

First rose the chief,-upon his brow
You read that he was childless now;
Beside him stood those next in fame;
He seem'd to wonder why they came,
And startled when, with solemn pace,
Moved the dark maidens of the race.

They sought her grave where the last ray
Of sunset falls, at closing day;

They may not weep, that warrior train,
Though their proud nation's hope is slain,