Should not the dove so white "Scarce had I put to sea, Among the Norsemen !- "Then launched they to the blast, "And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, 'Death!' was the helmsman's hail, 'Death without quarter!' Midships with iron keel Struck we her ribs of steel; Down her black hulk did reel Through the black water! “As with his wings aslant, Through the wild hurricane, Bore I the maiden. "Three weeks we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to leeward; There for my lady's bower Stands looking seaward. "There lived we many years; She was a mother; Death closed her mild blue eyes; Ne'er shall the sun arise "Still grew my bosom then, Oh, death was grateful! "Thus, seamed with many scars, Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native stars My soul ascended! There from the flowing bowl Deep drinks the warrior's soul, Skoal! to the Northland! skoal!" EXCELSIOR ! THE shades of night were falling fast, His brow was sad; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; "Try not the Pass!" the old man said; “O stay,” the maiden said, “and rest “Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche !" This was the peasant's last Good-night. At break of day, as heavenward A traveller, by the faithful hound, Still grasping in his hand of ice There in the twilight cold and gray, BEWARE! From the German I KNOW a maiden fair to see, Take care! She can both false and friendly be, Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! She has two eyes, so soft and brown, She gives a side-glance and looks down, Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! And she has hair of a golden hue, Take care! And what she says, it is not true, Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! She has a bosom as white as snow, Take care! She knows how much it is best to show, Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! She gives thee a garland woven fair, Take care! It is a fool's-cap for thee to wear, Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! THE RAINY DAY THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Some days must be dark and dreary. TO THE RIVER CHARLES RIVER! that in silence windest Through the meadows, bright and free, Four long years of mingled feeling, Thou hast taught me, Silent River! Oft in sadness and in illness I have watched thy current glide, And in better hours and brighter, |