For early memories round me throng, 1 look behind, and am once more young, And my heart can sing, as of yore it sung, I do not see her, the old wife there- But I look on her blooming, and soft, and fair I do not see you, daughters and sons, And as my own grandson rides on my knee, I can well recollect I was merry as he- 'Tis not long since,-it cannot be long,― Since I was a boy, both straight and strong, A dream, a dream,-it is all a dream! Eye hath not seen, tongue hath not told, And ear hath not heard it sung, How buoyant and bold, though it seem to grow old, Is the heart, for ever young; For ever young,-though life's old age The heart, the heart is a heritage NATURE'S NOBLEMAN. AWAY with false fashion, so calm and so chill, For the deepest in feeling is highest in rank, And nature's own Nobleman, friendly and frank, Fearless in honesty, gentle yet just, He warmly can love,—and can hate, Nor will he bow down with his face in the dust For best in good breeding, and highest in rank, Is nature's own Nobleman, friendly and frank, His fashion is passion, sincere and intense, Yet tempered by judgment, and taught by good sense, For the finest in manners, as highest in rank, NEVER GIVE UP. NEVER give up! it is wiser and better And break the dark spell of tyrannical care: And in all trials or troubles, bethink you, The watchword of life must be, Never give up! ●Never give up! there are chances and changes Never give up!-though the grape-shot may rattle, Or the full thunder-cloud over you burst, Stand like a rock, and the storm or the battle Little shall harm you, though doing their worst: Never give up!-if adversity presses, Providence wisely has mingled the cup, And the best counsel, in all your distresses, Is the stout watchword of Never give up! THE SUN. BLAME not, ye million worshippers of gold- When Asia's children, in the times of old, Knelt to the sun, outpouring prayer and p As to God's central throne; for when the blaze Watching its majesty with painful gaze, THE MOON. I KNOW thee not, O moon,-thou caverned realm, Where cold, alternate, and the sulphurous breath Of ravaging volcanoes, overwhelm All chance of life like ours,-art thou not Some fallow world, after a reaping time Of creatures' judgment, resting in thy lot? Or haplier must I take thee for the blot On God's fair firmament, the home of crime, The prison-house of sin, where damned souls Feed upon punishment ?-O thought sublime, That, amid Night's black deeds, when evil prowls Through the broad world, then, watching sinners well, Glares over all the wakeful eye of-Hell! THE STARS. I. FAR-FLAMING stars, ye sentinels of Space, Patient and silent ministers around Your Queen, the moon, whose melancholy face A captive eagle chain'd to this dull ground, Where I shall reign when this short race is run, Yet, while I hope, the fear will freeze my brain- THE STARS. II. HENCE, doubts of darkness! I am not mine own, And claim through Him that sceptre and that throne. In seeming idleness,-I gaze on thee, A temple and a paradise for me, Whence my celestial form at will may roam FORGIVE AND FORGET. WHEN streams of unkindness, as bitter as gall, |