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Casa Wappy. *
To bless us given ;
A type of Heaven ;
Our dear, sweet child!
Thou meet'st my sight;
A form of light!
The nursery shows thy pictured wall,
Thy bat, thy bow,
But where art thou ?
And though, perchance, a smile may gleam
Of casual mirth,
An inward birth: * The self-conferred pet name of an infant son of the poet, taken from earth after a very brief illness.
We miss thy small step on the stair ;
Then be to us, 0 dear, lost child !
With beam of love,
Farewell, then—for a while, farewell—
Pride of my heart !
Thus torn apart:
That Name, how often ebery Day.
We spake it and we heard;
A common household word.
How solemn now the sound !
Such awe our homes around. TRENCI.
Heroisms of Home. There are homesteads which have witness'd deeds That battle-fields, with all their banner'd pomp, Have little to compare with. Life's great play May, so it have an actor great enough, Be well perform'd upon a humble stage.
FREEDOM AND PATRIOTISM.
We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold
What is it that you would impart to nie?
Patriots have toil'd, and in their country's cause
YE clouds! that far above me float and pause, Whose pathless march no mortal may control!
Ye Ocean-Waves ! that, wheresoe'er ye roll, Yield homage only to eternal laws! Ye Woods! that listen to the night-bird's singing,
Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclined, Save when your own imperious branches, swinging,
Have made a solemn music of the wind !
How oft, pursuing fancies holy,
Inspired beyond the guess of folly, By each rude shape and wild unconquerable sound ! O ye loud Waves! and 0 ye Forests high!
And 0 ye Clouds that far above me soar'd !
Yea, every thing that is, and will be free!