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Endowed with all their gifts: and oh! too like

In sad event, when to the unwiser son Of Japhet brought by Hermes, she ensnared

Mankind with her fair looks, to be avenged

On him who had stole Jove's authentic fire.

[From Paradise Lost.] APOSTROPHE TO LIGHT.

HAIL, holy Light, offspring of Heaven first-born,

Or of the Eternal, co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is Light,

And never but in unapproached light

Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, [create. Bright effluence of bright essence inOr hearest thou rather, pure ethereal stream,

Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun,

Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice [vest Of God, as with a mantle, didst inThe rising world of waters dark and deep,

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Won from the void and formless in-Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget Those other two equalled with me in

finite.

Thee I revisit now with bolder wing, Escaped the Stygian pool, though long detained

fate, [nown, So were I equalled with them in reBlind Thamyris and blind Mæonides.

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The sun, the moon, the stars, the sea,

Methinks thou smil'st before me | All - to the wall-flower and wild

now,

With glance of stealth;

The hair thrown back from thy full brow

In buoyant health;

carnationed

I see thine eyes' deep violet light, dimpled cheek bright,

Thy

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Thy clasping arms so round and It doth not own, whate'er may seem,

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An inward birth;

We miss thy small step on the stair:We miss thee at thine evening prayer:

All day we miss thee - everywhereCasa Wappy!

Snows muffled earth when thou didst go,

In life's spring bloom,
Down to the appointed house below-
The silent tomb.

But now the green leaves of the tree,
The cuckoo, and the busy bee,
Return - but with them bring not
thee,
Casa Wappy!

Farewell then- for a while fare

well

Pride of my heart!

It cannot be that long we dwell,

Thus torn apart.

Time's shadows like the shuttle flee; And, dark howe'er life's night may be,

Beyond the grave I'll meet with thee, Casa Wappy!

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

LOVE OF COUNTRY AND OF HOME.

THERE is a land, of every land the pride, Beloved by heaven, o'er all the world beside;

Where brighter suns dispense serener light,

And milder moons emparadise the night:

A land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth, Time-tutored age and love-exalted youth:

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Happy when her welfare calls,
He who conquers, he who falls.
Deeper, deeper, let us toil

In the mines of knowledge: Nature's wealth and learning's spoil

Win from school and college;
Delve we there for richer gems
Than the stars of diadems.
Onward, onward may we press
Through the path of duty;
Virtue is true happiness,

Excellence, true beauty.
Minds are of celestial birth;
Make we then a heaven of earth.

Closer, closer let us knit

Hearts and hands together, Where our fireside comforts sit

In the wildest weather; Oh! they wander wide who roam, For the joys of life, from home.

FRIEND AFTER FRIEND DE-
PARTS.

FRIEND after friend departs;
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end:

Were this frail world our final rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.

Beyond this flight of time

Beyond the reign of death, There surely is some blessèd clime Where life is not a breath; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward and expire. There is a world above

Where parting is unknown:
A long eternity of love,

Formed for the good alone:
And faith beholds the dying, here,
Translated to that glorious sphere!

Thus star by star declines,

Till all are past away,

As morning high and higher shines, To pure and perfect day;

Nor sink those stars in empty night, But hide themselves in heaven's own

light.

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[From Lalla Rookh.] RECOGNITION OF A CONGENIAL SPIRIT.

And eyes forget the gentle ray
They wore in courtship's smiling day;
And voices lose the tone that shed
A tenderness round all they said;
Till fast declining, one by one,
The sweetnesses of love are gone,
And hearts, so lately mingled, seem
Like broken clouds,- or like the An instant sunshine through the

OH! there are looks and tones that dart

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