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LAUNCHING INTO ETERNITY. — Watts.

It was a brave attempts adventurous he
Who in the first ship broke the unknown sea,
And, leaving his dear native shores behind,
Trusted his life to the licentious wind.
I see the surging brine ; the tempest raves;
He on the pine-plank rides across the waves,
Exulting on the edge of thousand gaping graves;
He steers the wingéd boat, and shifts the sails,
Conquers the flood, and manages the gales.
Such is the soul that leaves this mortal land,
Fearless, when the great Master gives command.
Death is the storm; she smiles to hear it roar,
And bids the tempest wast her from the shore;
Then with a skilful helm she sweeps the seas,
And manages the raging storm with ease;
(Her faith can govern death;) she spreads her wings
Wide to the wind, and as she sails she sings,
And loses by degrees the sight of mortal things.
As the shores lessen, so her joys arise,
The waves roll gentler, and the tempest dies;
Now vast eternity fills all her sight,
She floats on the broad deep with infinite delight,
The seas forever calm, the skies forever bright.

ON A LEAF FROM THE TOMB OF VIRGIL. Mi's Hemams.

AND was thy home, pale, withered thing,
Beneath the rich blue southern sky?

Wert thou a nursling of the spring,
The winds and suns of glorious Italy 2

150 THE MAY QUEEN.

Those suns, in golden light, e'en now
Look o'er the poet's lovely grave;

Those winds are breathing soft, but thou,
Answering their whisper, there no more shalt wave

The flowers o'er Posilippo’so brow
May cluster in their purple bloom,
But on the o’ershadowing ilex-bough

Thy breezy place is void, by Virgil's tomb.

Thy place is void, -O, none on earth,
This crowded earth, may so remain,
Save that which souls of loftiest birth
Leave when they part, their brighter home to
gain

Another leaf ere now hath sprung
On the green stem which once was thine; —

When shall another strain be sung
Like his whose dust hath made that spot a shrine !

THE MAY QUEEN. — Tennyson.

You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear,

To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the blithe New Year;

* A mountain skirting the shores of the Bay of Naples, on one of the most beautiful heights of which stands the tomb of Virgil.

Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day,

For I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o' the May.

There's many a black, black eye, they say, but none so bright as mine;

There's Margaret and Mary, there's Kate and Caroline; - *

But none so fair as little Alice, in all the land, they Say,

So I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.

I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, .

If ye do not call me loud when the day begins to break;

For I must gather knots of flowers and buds, and garlands gay;

For I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.

As I came up the valley, whom think ye I should see

But Robin, leaning on the bridge, beneath the hazletree ?

He thought of that sharp look, mother, I gave him yesterday,

But I'm to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.

He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white,

And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash o' light.

152 THE MAY QUEEN.

They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they Say,

For I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.

They say he's dying all for love, -but that can never be ;

They say his heart is breaking, mother, — but what is that to me?

There's many a bolder lad 'll woo me any summer day,

And I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o' the May.

Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green,

And you’ll be there too, mother, to see me made the Queen;

For the shepherd lads on every side 'll come from far away,

And I’m to be Queen o' the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o' the May.

The honeysuckle round the porch has woven its wavy bowers,

And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint, sweet cuckoo-flowers,

And the wild marsh-marigold shines like fire in Swamps and hollows gray,

And I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.

The night-winds come and go, mother, upon the meadow-grass,

And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they pass;

There will not be a drop o' rain the whole of the livelong day,

And I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.

All the valley, mother, 'll be fresh and green and still, And the cowslip and the crowfoot are over all the

l 3. And the rivulet in the flowery dale 'll merrily glance and play, For I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.

So you must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear,

To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the blithe New Year;

To-morrow 'll be of all the year the maddest, merriest day, .

For I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o' the May.

–-O-
NEW YEAR'S EVE. – Tennyson.

If you're waking, call me early, call me early, mother dear,

For I would see the sun rise upon the glad New Year;

It is the last New Year that I shall ever see,

Then ye may lay me low in the mould, and think no more o’ me

To-night I saw the sun set; he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my goe

of mind;

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