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"OH, MORNIN' LIFE! OH, MORNIN' LUVE! OH, LICHTSOME DAYS AND LANG,-(MOTHERWELL)

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"WHAT IS FAME? AND WHAT IS GLORY MOTHERWELL

THE SWORD CHANT OF THORSTEIN RAUDI

Thou hast carved his name deep on

The stranger's red strand,
And won him the glory

Of undying song.

Keen cleaver of gay crests,
Sharp piercer of broad breasts,
Grim slayer of heroes,

And scourge of the strong.
FAME GIVER! I kiss thee.

A DREAM,

In a love more abiding
Than the heart knows,
For maiden more lovely
Than summer's first rose,
My heart's knit to thine,
And lives but for thee;
In dreamings of gladness,
Thou'rt dancing with me
Brave measures of madness
In some battle-field,
Where armour is ringing,
And noble blood springing,
And cloven, yawn helmet,
Stout hauberk and shield.
DEATH GIVER! I kiss thee.

The smile of a maiden's eye
Soon may depart;
And light is the faith of
Fair woman's heart;
Changeful as light clouds,
And wayward as wind,
Be the passions that govern
Weak woman's mind;

A JESTER'S LYING STORY."-W. MOTHERWELL.

WHEN HINNIED HOPES AROUND OUR HEARTS LIKE SIMMER BLOSSOMS SPRANG!"-MOTHERWELL.

"'TWERE TIME THIS WORLD SHOULD CAST ITS INFANT SLOUGH AWAY,(MOTHERWELL)

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WHEN THE BUSY STIR OF MAN is gone,-(mOTHERWELL)

WILLIAM MOTHERWELL.

But thy metal's as true
As its polish is bright;
When ills wax in number,
Thy love will not slumber,
But, star-like, burns fiercer

The darker the night.

HEART GLADDENER! I kiss thee.

My kindred have perished

By war or by wave-
Now, childless and sireless,
I long for the grave.
When the path of our glory

Is shadowed in death,
With me thou wilt slumber
Below the brown heath;
Thou wilt rest on my bosom,

And with it decay—
While harps shall be ringing,
And scalds shall be singing
The deeds we have done in

Our old fearless day.
SONG GIVER! I kiss thee.

[From "Poems of William Motherwell."]

THE SOUL IS LEFT WITH ITS GOD ALONE!"-MOTHERWELL.

AND HEARTS BURST FORTH AT LAST INTO the light oF DAY."-WILLIAM MOTHERWELL.

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NOBLE DEEDS SHOULD HALLOW NOBLE NAMES."-NORTON.

THE MOTHER'S HEART.

Hon. Mrs. Norton.

[MRS. NORTON comes of distinguished lineage, the lineage of genius, for she is the grand-daughter of Richard Brinsley Sheridan. She was born about 1808, and educated by her mother, Lady Elizabeth Sheridan, at Hampton Court. In her nineteenth year she married the Hon. George C. Norton; but the union proved an unhappy one, and was dissolved in 1840. Shortly after her marriage she published her first poem, "The Sorrows of Rosalie," which both critics and public received with genuine favour. Her literary labours, in prose and verse, have been indefatigable, but her fertility has proceeded from a cultivated mind and a gentle heart. Her principal poetical compositions are "The Dream, and Other Poems (1840); the "Child of the Islands" (1846); the "Undying One" (1853); and "Lady of La Garaye" (1861). She has also written the justly popular novels of "Wife and Woman's Reward," "Stuart of Dunleath," "Lost and Saved," and "Old Sir Douglas" (1867).

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The Quarterly Review has termed Mrs. Norton "the Byron of our modern poetesses. She has very much of that intense personal passion by which Byron's poetry is distinguished from the larger grasp and deeper communion with man and nature of Wordsworth. She has also Byron's beautiful intervals of tenderness, his strong practical thought, and his forceful expression. It is not an artificial imitation, but a natural parallel." "In her tenderer moods," says Moir, "she pitches on a key somewhat between Goldsmith and Rogers—with here the sunset glow of the first, and there the twilight softness of the latter; in her more passionate ones we have a reflex of Byron; but it is a reflex of the pathos, without the misanthropy of that great poet. Her ear for the modulation of verse is exquisite ; and many of her lyrics and songs carry in them the characteristic of the ancient Douglases, being alike 'tender and true.""

"PILGRIMS THAT JOURNEY FOR A CERTAIN TIME-WEAK BIRDS OF PASSAGE CROSSING STORMY SEAS-NORTON)

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THE MOTHER'S HEART.

HEN first thou camest, gentle, shy, and fond,

My eldest born, first hope, and dearest treasure,
My heart received thee with a joy beyond
All that it yet had felt of earthly pleasure;
Nor thought that any love again might be
So deep and strong as that I felt for thee.

"LIFE'S DIVERGING ROADS ALL LEAD TO HIM."-MRS. NORTON.

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TO REACH A BETTER AND A BRIGHTER CLIME,-WE FIND OUR PARALLELS AND TYPES IN THESE."-MRS. NORTON.

"GOD HATH BUILT UP A BRIDGE 'TWIXT MAN AND MAN, WHICH MORTAL STRENGTH CAN NEVER OVERTHROW;

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OUR LIFE'S ABILITY, WHICH IS AS NAUGHT;-(MRS. NORTON)

HON. MRS. NORTON.

Faithful and true, with sense beyond thy years,

And natural piety that leaned to heaven;
Wrung by a harsh word suddenly to tears,

Yet patient of rebuke when justly given—
Obedient, easy to be reconciled,

And meekly cheerful-such wert thou, my child.

Not willing to be left: still by my side,

Haunting my walks, while summer day was dying;
Nor leaving in thy turn; but pleased to glide
Through the dark room where I was sadly lying;
Or by the couch of pain, a sitter meek,
Watch the dim eye, and kiss the feverish cheek,

O boy! of such as thou are oftenest made

Earth's fragile idols; like a tender flower,
No strength in all thy freshness-prone to fade-

And bending weakly to the thunder shower-
Still round the loved thy heart found force to bind,
And clung like woodbine shaken in the wind,

Then thou, my merry love, bold in thy glee,
Under the bough, or by the firelight dancing,
With thy sweet temper and thy spirit free,
Didst thou come restless as a bird's wing glancing,
Full of a wild and irrepressible mirth,
Like a young sunbeam to the gladdened earth!

Thine was the shout, the song, the burst of joy!
Which sweet from childhood's rosy lip resoundeth!
Thine was the eager spirit naught could cloy,

And the glad heart from which all grief reboundeth ;
And many a mirthful jest and mock reply

Lurked in the laughter of thy dark-blue eye!

our life's dURATION, WHICH IS BUT A SOUND."-NORTON.

OVER THE WORLD IT STRETCHES ITS DARK SPAN: THE KEYSTONE OF THAT MIGHTY ARCH IS WOE!"-NORTON.

"DOUBT NOT, CLEAR MIND, THAT WORKEST OUT THE RIGHT FOR THE RIGHT'S SAKE: THE THIN THREAD MUST BE SPUN,

"JOY'S RAINBOW GLORIES VISIT EARTH AND GO;-(NORTON)

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And thine was many an art to win and bless,

The cold and stern to joy and fondness warming;
The coaxing smile—the frequent soft caress—

The earnest, tearful prayer, all wrath disarming!
Again my heart a new affection found,

But thought that love with thee had reached its bound.

At length thou camest-thou the last and least,

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Nicknamed the Emperor" by thy laughing brothers,
Because a haughty spirit swelled thy breast,

And thou didst seek to rule and sway the others,
Mingling with every playful infant wile
A mimic majesty that made us smile.

And oh! most like a regal child wert thou!

An eye of resolute and successful scheming-
Fair shoulders, curling lip, and dauntless brow-
Fit for the world's strife, not for poet's dreaming:

And proud the lifting of thy stately head,
And the firm bearing of thy conscious tread.

Different from both, yet each succeeding claim,
I, that all other love had been forswearing,
Forthwith admitted, equal and the same;

Nor injured either by this love's comparing,
Nor stole a fraction from the newer call,
But in the mother's heart found room for all.

[From "The Child of the Islands."]

GRIEF'S FOUNDATIONS HAVE BEEN FIXED BELOW."-NORTON.

AND PATIENCE WEAVE IT, ERE THAT SIGN OF MIGHT, TRUTH'S BANNER, WAVE FULL FLASHING TO THE LIGHT."-NORTON.

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