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Therefore, amidst this wide array
Of glorious things and fair,
My soul is on that bark's lone way,
For human hearts are there.
THE BIRDS OF PASSAGE.
Birds, joyous birds of the wandering wing ! Whence is it ye come with the flowers of spring ?
166 We come from the shores of the green old Nile, From the land where the roses of Sharon smile, From the palms that wave thro' the Indian sky, From the myrrh-trees of glowing Araby.
“We have swept o'er cities in song renown'd--
And what have ye found in the monarch's dome,
Oh! joyous birds, it hath still been so ;
" A change we have found there--and many a change!
your tale of the beautiful earth,
Birds that o'ersweep it in power and mirth!
THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD.
They grew in beauty, side by side,
They fill?d one home with glee ;Their graves are sever'd, far and wide,
By mount, and stream, and sea.
The same fond mother bent at night
O'er each fair sleeping brow;
Where are those dreamers now?
One, midst the forests of the west,
By a dark stream is laid--
Far in the cedar shade.