THE CHANTING CHERUBS - A GROUP BY GREENOUGH That with the stream they seemed to flow; They told me that his heart was broke. WHENCE come ye, Cherubs ? from the They said the world he fain would shun, moon? Or from a shining star? Ye sure are sent, a blessed boon, From kinder worlds afar; For, while I look, my heart is all delight: Earth has no creatures half so pure and bright. From moon nor star we hither flew; Nor change, nor night, was ever ours to bear; Eternal light, and love, and joy, we share. Then, sons of light, from Heaven above And tell how angels sing, And in your breathing, conscious forms to show How purer forms above live, breathe, and glow? Our parent is a human mind; His winged thoughts are we; To sun nor stars are we confined: We pierce the deepest sea. Moved by a brother's call, our Father bado Us light on earth, and here our flight is stayed. THE MOSS SUPPLICATETH FOR THE POET THOUGH I am humble, slight me not, But love me for the Poet's sake; Forget me not till he 's forgot, For care or slight with him I take. For oft he passed the blossoms by And turned to me with kindly look; Left flaunting flowers and open sky, And wooed me by the shady brook. And like the brook his voice was low: So soft, so sad the words he spoke, And seek the still and twilight wood, His spirit, weary of the sun, In humblest things found chiefest good; That I was of a lowly frame, And far more constant than the flower, Which, vain with many a boastful name, But fluttered out its idle hour; THE birds their love-notes warble The flowers are sighing forth their sweets The glad brook o'er a pebbly floor Goes dancing on its way, But not a thing is so like spring An only child was Alice, And, like the blest above, The gentle maid had ever breathed Her father's smile like sunshine came, Like dew her mother's kiss; Their love and goodness made her home, Like heaven, the place of bliss. Beneath such tender training, The joyous child had sprung, But then her eyes were love-lit stars, And when in merry laughter Her sweet, clear voice was heard, It welled from out her happy heart Like carol of a bird; And all who heard were moved to smiles, As at some mirthful lay, And to the stranger's look replied, ""T is that dear Alice Ray." And so she came, like sunbeams As type of nature's royalty, They called her "Woodburn's queen ! " A sweet, heart-lifting cheerfulness, Like spring-time of the year, Seemed ever on her steps to wait, — No wonder she was dear. Like one bright flower, in wild-wood bower, Her world was ever joyous And gladness round her flung; And all who met her blessed her, That grief and care might ever spare The gift that made her charming Nor was it, Pallas-like, derived She thought of grief and pain As giants in the olden time, That ne'er would come again; The seasons all had charms for her, She welcomed each with joy,The charm that in her spirit lived No changes could destroy. Her heart was like a fountain, Her heathful cheek was tinged with brown, Her pony in the pasture, Her hair without a curl The kitten at her feet, The ruffling bird of Juno, and Her love made all things lovely, For in the heart must live The feeling that imparts the charm,.We gain by what we give. THE WATCHER THE night was dark and fearful, No gleam of morn is there! Within that dwelling lonely, Where want and darkness reign, Her precious child, her only, Lay moaning in his pain; And death alone can free himShe feels that this must be: "But oh! for morn to see him Smile once again on me!" A hundred lights are glancing They heed not morning there: The morning sun is shining- That pale, dead mother lay! James Abraham Hillhouse' Tam. Who? llad. None knows his lineage, age, or name: his locks Are like the snows of Caucasus; his eyes Again to perish, while he views the sun, And some Melchizedek. 1 See BIOGRAPhical Note, p. 759. Rose like the gate of Paradise, his mouth Was musical as its bright guardians' songs. Tam. What did he tell thee? what wisdom fell From lips so hallowed? Had. The Oh! Whether he possess Tetragrammaton, -the powerful Name Inscribed on Moses' rod, by which he wrought Unheard of wonders, which constrains the Heavens To part with blessings, shakes the earth, and rules The strongest Spirits; or if God hath given Who, crewhile, wore resplendent crowns in Now, scattered through the earth, the air, the sea. Them he compels to answer, and from them Has drawn what Moses, nor no mortal ear, Has ever heard. Drew such dire punishment? Robbed of some native splendor, and cast down, "Tis true, from Heaven; but not deformed, and foul, Revengeful, malice-working Fiends, as fools Suppose. They dwell, like Princes, in the clouds; Sun their bright pinions in the middle sky; casus, Crag piled on crag beyond the utmost ken Naked, and wild, as if creation's ruins Were heaped in one immeasurable chain Of barren mountains, beaten by the storms Of everlasting winter. But within |