Some voyage of love;-and on the fickle wave And some, dishearten'd at the world's cold frown Weep like the clouds, until they seem to drown I know not if they sleep without the dreams Of hearts which were not made to feel their streams But when in quick wild wrath the wave of fears, Away the mortal dread which then shall creep Into thy soul, as on the shrieking blast Mad mirth and devilish shouts peal round thee loud and fast. Away, ye pleasant fancies;-let me now Where the fledged younglings of the tempest brood As thoughts of their glad play would oft intrude, Sent pealing laughter upwarc. on the curling wave. Fold after fold of that long line of water Unfurl'd its sullen length, and like the stride Of a strong phalanx ripe for battle-slaughter, Came the firm slow march of the solemn tide Towards the broad beach, whose huge rocks, high and wide, Death-black as if the lightning of the thunder Had spent its wrath upon some mountain side, And half its monstrous bulk had riven asunder,There smiled on time and chance a mockery and a wonder. Then as I stood by the bleak barren beach, Joy'd in the power of some o'ermastering spell, Thou who hast grovell'd 'mid the things accursed To blot for one blest moment each vile thought of sin. Oh that the monarchs of the world were here,— At the false shrines they hate while they adore ;— Its beautifully grand array in sight, Methinks one little hour would teach them more How weakly faltering is their boasted height, Than philosophic texts preach'd on for ages might. O that the full-swoln monsters of the world,— In silver hoary, and the lavish shore Mock the free offering of its wasteful hand,Might feel some generous glow unfelt before, Or pious line sublime of gentle pity's lore. O that the trampled world's nobility, Which makes them worth contemptuous scorn, now stood Where the slow marching waters of the flood In solemn state majestic dash below, Then might they see each of that graceful brood On the lone rock its destined being throw, Though old Eternity saw its ancestral flow. O thou illimitable ocean,-thou Shadowest the image of eternity ;— Thy many-sparkling waves are wanton now Like reckless voyagers on that gloomy sea : Ten thousand of thy billows momently Ripple to being, then upon the shore Shrink back to death and nothingness,— Wake to the energies of life and pour Our few sad sighs,-one gasp, and then are heard no more. -so we MARY E. BROOKS, WIFE of James G. Brooks already mentioned. Her pieces have been published under the signature of Norna. ROMANCE. THE warrior knelt before the maid- Telling, as o'er her brow it play'd, "Ah! yes," he softly said, "thou 'lt be My own, my lily bride;" And still, in maiden purity, That maiden blush replied. Life, love, and hope were in their spring, The wild bird spread its silken wing, Young nectar from the myrtle bower The warrior found a sweeter flower Still does the wild bird cleave the sky, The honey-bee is glad : Why dim with tears that maiden's eye, And why that warrior sad? "Maiden! dost fear to meet the storm "I woo thee not with glittering braid The golden gift that wins the maid Still does the wild bird cleave the sky, Why dim with tears that maiden eye, And why that warrior sad? "To horse! to horse! my melody As sweet as woman's sigh! "For fetter'd birds go free again, Still does the wild bird cleave the sky, The honey bee is gay, But tears bedimm'd that maiden's eye "They say there's bliss in the princely train, And in a robe of pride; Then wake for me the bridal strain The maiden said and sigh’d. Loud laughter fills the banquet hall, She led the dance in merry glee, But hark! the harper's minstrelsy— And a shade was on the festal hour, The jewel lights grew dim; She only saw that myrtle bower, She only thought of him. "Oh! take me where the breezes swell, Far from the haunts of pride, For they say there's joy where wild flowers dwell,"The maiden said and sigh'd. The forest blossoms bound her brow, “That dream—that dream—it comes again, Link'd with its broken vow; As beautiful, as frail, as then, |