Speaks a woman with the feeling With thy locks like sunlight streaming, As the bird in tropic bowers May no cloud of earthly sorrow, And a milder radiance borrow NEW ENGLAND. BY MRS. GILMAN. NEW ENGLAND, New England, my home o'er the sea! Thy breezes are healthful, and clear are thy rills, And the harvest waves proudly and rich on thy hills. Thy maidens are fair, and thy yeoman are strong, And thy rivers run blithely thy valleys among. New England, New England, my home o'er the sea! The wanderer's heart turns in fondness to thee. There's home in New England, where dear ones of mine WHO HAS ROBBED THE OCEAN CAVE. BY JOHN SHAW. WHO has robbed the ocean cave, For thee, those pearly treasures drew? Thousand charms, thy form to deck, On thy breath their fragrance borne. But one charm remains behind, Nor in ocean wilt thou find, Nor in the circling air a heart. THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS. BY CHARLES SPRAGUE. GAY, guiltless pair, What seek ye from the fields of heaven? Ye have no need of prayer, Ye have no sins to be forgiven. Why perch ye here, Where mortals to their Maker bend? Can your pure spirits fear The God ye never could offend? Ye never knew The crimes for which we come to weep. Penance is not for you, Blessed wanderers of the upper deep. To you 'tis given To wake sweet nature's untaught lays; Then spread each wing, Far, far above, o'er lakes and lands, In yon blue dome not reared with hands. Or, if ye stay, To note the consecrated hour Teach me the airy way, And let me try your envied power. Above the crowd, On upward wings could I but fly, "Twere heaven indeed, Through fields of trackless light to soar, THE INDIAN IDEA OF THE ORIGIN OF ECHO. BY S. J. BURR. AWAY o'er the bright flashing billow The spirits of air and of water Were mingling their voices in one; And the winds and the waves seemed to loiter |