Music, then, is Moonlight's sister, S. J. BELL. Estranged Affection. THE heart may languish, and the eye may weep, For those whom Heaven has called from life and care; Yet there's an earthly pang than these more deep, Which sharpens sorrow, and which brings despair, Which wrings the heart, and lays the bosom bare. Yet 'tis not death-each living man must die; Death culls the sweetest flower, the form most fair The one deep cloud which darkens every sky Is changed affection's cold, averted eye. ANONYMOUS. The Ray of Gladness. THOUGH the moon o'er yonder river Thus in life the bliss that mellows R. M. WILDE. A Moral. ONE riseth by another's fall; That in the clouds they do forget WARNER. The Unknown Way. A BURNING sky is o'er me, From the dusty path there opens, A silvery brook comes stealing Before the entering breeze. Along those pleasant windings I would my journey lay; Where the shade is cool, and the dew of night Is not yet dried away. Path of the flowery woodland! Oh whither dost thou lead, Wandering by grassy orchard grounds Goest thou by nestling cottage? Goest thou by stately hall, Where the broad elm droops, a leafy dome, And woodbines flaunt on the wall? By steeps where children gather Or, happy, dost thou linger, On barren plains, and bare, Or clamber the bold mountain's side, Where they, who journey upward, Walk in a weary track, And oft upon the shady vale I hear a solemn murmur, I know the voice of the mighty sea, Dost thou, O path of the woodland! BRYANT. She's Beautiful. SHE's beautiful!-Her raven curls As if each word dissolved a spell.-WILLIS. |