And the morning sun, with a quiet smile,
Shone out o'er hill and glen,
On ruin'd temple and mouldering pile,
And the ghastly forms of men.

Ay, the sunshine sweetly smiled,
As its early glance came forth;
It had no sympathy with the wild
And terrible things of earth;
And the man of blood that day might read,
In a language freely given,
How ill his dark and midnight deed
Became the calm of heaven.

Or Philadelphia.

F. S. ECKHARD,

The following is from the Atlantic

Souvenir.

THE RUINED CITY.

The days of old, though time has reft
The dazzling splendor which they cast;
Yet many a remnant still is left

To shadow forth the past.

The warlike deed, the classic page,
The lyric torrent strong and free,
Are lingering o'er the gloom of age,
Like moonlight on the sea.

A thousand years have roll'd along,
And blasted empires in their pride;
And witness'd scenes of crime and wrong,
Till men by nations died.

A thousand summer suns have shone

Till earth grew bright beneath their sway,
Since thou, untenanted, and lone,
Wert render'd to decay.

F. S. ECKHARD.

The moss tuft, and the ivy wreath,
For ages clad thy fallen mould,

And gladden'd in the spring's soft breath;
But they grew wan and old.

Now, desolation hath denied

That even these shall veil thy gloom:
And nature's mantling beauty died
In token of thy doom.

Alas, for the far years, when clad
With the bright vesture of thy prime,
The proud towers made each wanderer glad,
Who hail'd thy sunny clime.

Alas, for the fond hope, and dream,

And all that won thy children's trust,

God cursed-and none may now redeem,
Pale city of the dust!

How the dim visions throng the soul,
When twilight broods upon thy waste ;
The clouds of wo from o'er thee roll,
Thy glory seems replaced.

The stir of life is brightening round,
Thy structures swell upon the eye,
And mirth and revelry resound
In triumph to the sky.

But a stern moral may be read,
By those who view thy lonely gloom:
Oblivion's pall alike is spread

O'er slave, and lordly tomb.

The sad, the gay, the old, and young,
The warrior's strength, and beauty's glow,
Resolved to that from which they sprung
Compose the dust below.

CATALOGUE

OF

AMERICAN POETRY.

VOL. III.

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IN the following pages is offered a list of all the poetical works of American origin which have come under notice in the course of this undertaking. They are arranged in the chronological order of their publication.

CATALOGUE

OF

AMERICAN POETRY.

THE Psalms in Metre; faithfully translated for the use, edification and comfort of the Saints in public and private, especially in New England. Cambridge, Stephen Daye, 1640. Crown 8vo, pp. 300.

Several Poems compiled with great variety of wit and learning, full of delight: wherein especially is contained a compleat discourse and description of the four Elements, Constitutions, Ages of Man, Seasons of the Year, together with an exact Epitome of the three first Monarchyes, namely, the Assyrian, Persian, Grecian, and Romane Commonwealth, from the beginning to the end of their last King, with diverse other pleasant and serious Poems, by a Gentlewoman in New England. (Mrs Anne Bradstreet.) The second Edition, corrected by the author, and enlarged by an addition of several poems found amongst her papers after her death. Boston, John Foster, 1678. 18mo, pp. 255.

Elegie on the Rev. Thomas Shepard, Pastor of the church in Charlestown, by Urian Oakes. Boston, Samuel Green, 1668. 4to. A Looking Glass for the Times, by Peter Folger. 1676. New England's Crisis. (B. Tompson.) 12mo, pp. 31.

An Elegie upon the Death of the Rev. Mr Thomas Shepard late Teacher at the Church at Charlestown. By a great admirer of his worth, and true mourner for his death. 1677.

A Poem on the death of John Alden of Duxborough, who died in 1687, (by John Cotton,) reprinted.

A Lacrymatory, designed for the tears let fall at the funeral of Mrs Sarah Leveret, who died 2d 11mo. 1704, 5. Boston, Samuel Phillips, 1705. 18mo, pp. 4. (With a Funeral Sermon.)

A poem on Elijah's Translation, occasioned by the death of the Reverend and learned Mr Samuel Willard, late pastor to a church of Christ in Boston, and Vice President of Harvard College in Cambridge. By Mr Colman, V. D. M. Boston, Benjamin Eliot, 1707 18mo, pp. 14.