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It is dearer to me to remember the North,
forth, To walk in thy gardens, and dream that I roam Through the verdureless fields and the forests of
Home. If the golded-hued oriole sing from the tide, Oh, the blue bird is sweeter by Delaware's side: And the sound of that flood on the beaches so dear! Ne'er ripples the river so pleasantly here. Oh, the pebble-strown beaches, that echo all day To the kill-deer's shrill shriek and the bank-swal
low's lay, And at eve, when the harvest moon mellows the
shade, To the sigh of the lover, the laugh of the maid! China tree! though the blossoms, in chaplets, may
bond The brows of the brave, and the necks of the fond, Never think that fit garlands our oak cannot form, For heads as majestic, and bosoms as warm, They may sit in thy shade, but their dreams are
away, With the far hills and forests, yet naked the gray, With the floods roaring wildly, the fields lying bare, And the hearts,-oh, the hearts,--that make paradise there!
SINCE I KNEW THEE! THE Spring is coming with her flowers
To bid the heaven and earth be gay; To breathe a pledge of happier hours,
And chase all gloomier thoughts away: The young birds hear her welcome voice;
And 'mid the budding trees rejoice;
I join them in their songs of gladness,
And feel the happiness I see;
Since I knew thee!
Mine are the prouder hopes of life,
The hopes that cannot dread decay,
To meet and grapple on the way;
Hopes, joys, and thoughts—the happy threeMy life hath been a life of pleasure,
Since I knew thee!
For all these gifts what can I find
What offering wilt thou keep?
Devotion pure and deep-
My offering cannot be
Of simple hearts and gentle souls; and I
When lonely on the grassy hills I lie,
Under the shadow of the tranquil sky; I can find music in the rushing brooks,
Or in the songs which dwell among the trees, And come in snatches on the summer breeze." I can find treasure in the leafy showers
Which in the merry autumn-time will fall; And I can find strong love in buds and flowers, And beauty in the moonlight's silent hours.
There's nothing nature gives can fail to please, For there's a common joy pervading all.
Since the day the world began?
And is trod by common man!
Like the shepherd-race of old
SPRING HYMN. How pleasant is the opening year!
The clouds of winter melt away; The flowers in beauty reappear;
The songster carols from the spray ; Lengthens the more refulgent day;
And bluer glows the arching sky; All things around us seem to say,
“Christian! direct thy thoughts on high.”
In darkness, through the dreary length
Of Winter, slept both bud and bloom ; But nature now puts forth her strength,
And starts, renew'd, as from the tomb; Behold an emblem of thy doom,
O man!--a Star hath shone to saveAnd morning yet shall reillume
The midnight darkness of the grave!
Yet ponder well, how then shall break
The dawn of second life on thee-
Or vainly strive God's wrath to flee?
That makes or weal or woe thine own;
What eloquence impart,
It is the seat of bliss,
It smiles where friendship is,
'Tis Virtue's hallow'd fane-
A strength that will remain,
It is Religion's shrine,
Where joys, which are divine,
The fount of tenderness-
To cheer-to charm-to bless
Oh heart! till life be o'er, .
And I will ask no more