12 The Reaper and the Flowers. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, And saints, upon their garments white, And the mother gave, in tears and pain, She knew she should find them all again O, not in cruelty, not in wrath, 'Twas an angel visited the green earth, LONGFELLOW. R AUTUMN LEAVES. OOR autumn leaf! down floating Upon the blustering gale; Torn from thy bough, Where goest now, Withered, and shrunk, and pale? "I go, thou sad inquirer, As list the winds to blow, Sear, sapless, lost And tempest-tost, I go where all things go. "The rude winds bear me onwards As suiteth them, not me, O'er dale, o'er hill, Through good, through ill, As destiny bears thee. "What though for me one summer, Thou thine, poor man! And then adown to death. "And thus we go together; For lofty as thy lot, And lowly mine, My fate is thine, To die and be forgot!" CHARLES MACKAY. AN INVITATION TO THE YOUNG. COME, while the blossoms of thy years are brightest! While yet thy hand the ephemeral wreath is holding, The Evergreen. 15 IMMORTALITY. THE Voice of nature loudly cries, Let us th' important now employ, And live as those who never die. BURNS. HEATH. How oft, though grass and moss are seen DIRGE WEET be thy slumbers, child of woe! At the yew-tree's foot, by the fountain's flow!— May the firstling primrose blow, Pallid snow-drop bloom; And the blue-eyed violet grow, By thy lonely tomb! Duly there, at close of day, Let woman's tears bedew the clay! And dark ivy creep, Mixed with fern and mosses grey, C. D. M. |