A Picture. FAR up the porch, there grew an Eastern rose, That, flowering high, the last night's gale had caught, And blown across the walk. One arm aloft- Ah, happy shade-and still went wavering down. But, ere it touch'd a foot, that might have danced The greensward into greener circles, dipt, But the full day dwelt on her brows, and sunn'd KEATS. Music. WHO hath heard from summer trees, The sweet wild song of summer birds, When morning to the far-off breeze Whispers her bidding words ; Or listened to the bird of night, But deemed that spirits of the air, For with that music came the thought HALLECK. The Mother's Love. WHEN the mournful Jewish mother Laid her infant down to rest, In doubt, and fear, and sorrow, On the water's changeful breast; She knew not what the future Should bring the sorely-tried: That the Prophet of her nation, Was the babe she sought to hide. No! in terror wildly flying, She hurried on her path; Her swollen heart full to bursting Of woman's helpless wrath: Of that wrath so blent with anguish, When we seek to shield from ill Those feeble little creatures Who seem more helpless still! Ah! no doubt, in such an hour, The fiercer burned her spirit, The more she loved her child; No doubt a frenzied anger He heard it! From his Heaven, And that fragile ark of hope; She was spared the bitter sorrow She was called his life to nourish From the well-springs of her heart, God's mercy re-uniting Those whom man had forced apart! HON. MRS. NORTON. The Human Heart. THE human heart! 'tis a thing that lives And the gem of its own pure feelings gives To shadow o'er its springs, And the One above alone may know The changing tune of its thousand strings. MRS. L. P. SMITH. Woman's Eye. WOMAN's eye, In court or cottage, wheresoe'er her home, Poesy. HALLECK: |