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What is most Beautiful.
“What is most beautiful, hill or dale, Forest or prairie, mountain or vale? Answer me, Dryads, from breezy shade, By cooling stream or in woodland glade !" And a low, sweet whisper was on the air“ The soul of the beautiful dwells not there." “Kingly old mountains, so stately now, With your crowns of snow on each hoary
brow, Speak from your seats of a thousand years, What is most beautiful, cloud-wrapp'd seers ?" And a voice came down in the pine-woods
drear“The soul of the beautiful dwells not here."
“Ocean, old ocean, thou rollest along, Chiming to heaven thy ceaseless song, Zoning the earth with thy boundless sea, Surely, more beautiful nought could be !" And a Naiad sang from the blue depths near“ The soul of the beautiful dwells not here."
Stars, as ye hymn in your orbs on high, Stars, as ye wheel in the mystic sky, Stars, prophet-stars, in your seer-like tones, Answer me down from your burning thrones !” And a voice was heard, as a voice from a
bier- The soul of the beautiful dwells not here."
I ceased, but a sound went by me still,
C. J. PETERSON.
A Child's face.
Oh! looking on a child's fair face
Methinks should purify the heart;
To bid the darker powers depart,
Hon. MRS. NORTON.
All Men are Brothers.
ALL men are brothers, speak to them as such :
Laid down in Life's wild channel ; and when
storms Come up, and blackness shrouds the watery
waste, Their aid may frighten shipwreck from your side.
The Spring of Love.
Oh, how the spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away.
She loves her kind, and shuns no duty;
Or purple power, art thou to me-
Proem to the “ FROISSART BALLADS."
The Star's Reply.
Won thee to thoughts of heaven,
My light was freely given.
To guide thine earthly way?
Beneath its heavenly ray.” ANON.
LIKE the dew-drop born
From the blush of morn, Is the girl I love, heigh-ho!
A lily's her cheek,
Where the rose blooms meek, And she's mild as a dove, heigh-ho!
She folds her heart
From the world apart,
Though she shrinks away
From the garish day; Of her home she's the light, heigh-ho!
As the altar spark
That illumes the dark, She's ever the same,
, Shining Sure from heav'n she came, heigh-ho !
Or a calna.wn afar,