FROM "URANIA, A RHYMED LESSON."

HE air is hufhed; the street is holy ground;

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Hark! the sweet bells renew their wel-
come sound;

As one by one awakes each filent tongue,
It tells the turret whence its voice is flung,-
The Chapel, laft of sublunary things
That fhocks our echoes with the name of Kings,
Whose bell, juft glistening from the font and forge,
Rolled its proud requiem for the second George,
Solemn and swelling as of old it rang,

Flings to the wind its deep, sonorous clang;-
The fimpler pile, that, mindful of the hour
When Howe's artillery fhook its half-built tower,
Wears on its bosom, as a bride might do,
The iron breaftpin which the "Rebels " threw,
Wakes the sharp echoes with the quivering thrill
Of keen vibrations, tremulous and fhrill;-
Aloft, suspended in the morning's fire,

Crash the vaft cymbals from the Southern spire ;-
The Giant, standing by the elm-clad green,

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His white lance lifted o'er the filent scene,
Whirling in air his brazen goblet round,
Swings from its brim the swollen floods of sound ;—
While, sad with memories of the olden time,
The Northern minstrel pours her tender chime,-
Faint, fingle tones, that spell their ancient song,
But tears still follow as they breathe along.

O. W. Holmes.

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FROM "IN MEMORIAM, CIV."

ING out wild bells to the wild sky,

The flying cloud, the frofty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,

Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more;

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Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a flowly dying cause,

And ancient forms of party ftrife;

Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the fin,

The faithless coldness of the times;

Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,

But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic flander and the spite ;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old fhapes of foul disease,

Ring out the narrowing luft of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

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Ring in the valiant man and free,

The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,

Ring in the Chrift that is to be.

Tennyson.

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THOSE EVENING BELLS.

HOSE evening bells! those evening

bells!

How many a tale their mufic tells,
Of youth, and home, and that sweet time,
When laft I heard their soothing chime.

Those joyous hours are past away;
And many a heart that then was gay,
Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
And hears no more those evening bells.

And so 'twill be when I am gone;
That tuneful peal will ftill ring on,
While other bards fhall walk these dells,

And fing your praise, sweet evening bells!

Moore.

Their brazen lips are learned teachers,
From their pulpits of ftone, in the upper air,

C Sounding aloft, without crack or flaw,
Shriller than trumpets under the Law,
Now a sermon and now a prayer.
The clangorous hammer is the tongue,
This way, that way, beaten and swung,

That from mouth of brass, as from Mouth of

Gold,

May be taught the Teftaments, New and Old.
And above it the great croff-beam of wood
Representeth the Holy Rood,

Upon which, like the bell, our hopes are hung.
And the wheel wherewith it is swayed and rung
Is the mind of man, that round and round

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