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PAINTING.

When rolling up its crimson flood

Broke the long gathering tide of years; His diadem was rent away

And beggars trampled on his clay.

None wept-none pitied-they who knelt

At morning by the despot's throne,

At evening dashed the laurelled bust

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And spurned the wreaths themselves had strown;

The shout of triumph echoed wide,

The self-stung reptile writhed and died!

PAINTING.

BY P. M. WETMORE.

"Tis to the pencil's magic skill
Life owes the power, almost divine,
To call back vanished forms at will,
And bid the grave its prey resign:
Affection's eye again may trace

The lineaments beloved so well;
The speaking look, the form of grace,
All on the living canvass dwell:
"Tis there the childless mother pays
Her sorrowing soul's idolatry;
There love can find, in after days,
A talisman to memory!

"T is thine, o'er history's storied page,

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To shed the halo-light of truth;
And bid the scenes of by-gone age
Still flourish in immortal youth-
The long forgotten battle-field,

With mailed men to people forth;
In bannered pride, with spear and shield,
To show the mighty ones of earth-
To shadow, from the holy book,

The images of sacred lore;
On Calvary, the dying look

That told life's agony was o'er—
The joyous hearts, and glistening eyes,
When little ones were suffered near-
The lips that bade the dead arise

To dry the widowed mother's tear:
These are the triumphs of the art,
Conceptions of the master-mind;
Time-shrouded forms to being start,

And wondering rapture fills mankind?

THE FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR.

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THE FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR.

ADDRESSED TO MY DAUGHTERS.

BY MRS. S. J. HALE.

ONE day—it is a trifling theme,
And who would heed a day?
An evening's gloom, a morning's gleam,
How soon they pass away!

"Tis but a welcome-an adieu-
The fairest day is gone;

And with to-morrow's hopes in view,
We bid the hours roll on-

To-day like bird in tethering string,

With faded eye, and folded wing,
Its narrow circle creeps;

But like a bird in airy flight,
With wing of power and eye of light,
To-morrow heaven-ward sweeps.

Such are the dreams of early youth,
Ere dimmed, by gathering fears;
The halo round the orb of Truth,
Presages clouds and tears—

I trust, my loved ones, still ye see
The brightness clear and pure,
And gloomy thoughts that shadow me
Unmoved I can endure-

The vine, even when its prop is lost,

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THE FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR.

Its tendrils torn and tempest-tost,

May shield the little flower;

And thus I bide the world's rude strife,
That I may shield your morn of life
From sorrow's blighting power.

"Tis sad, as years grow short, to know Death only brings relief;

But saddest of all earthly wo,

Is childhood bowed in grief;

In sunny skies let fledgings fly;
Be prairies green and fair,
Ere the young fawns come forth to try
Their glancing footsteps there;
Nature and Instinct guard the young-
But only from the human tongue
Love's holy vows are given ;
And only human hearts are filled
With springs of Love, that, when distilled,
Rise to their fount in heaven.

And thus doth feeling's signet prove

Man's origin divine,

When eye meets eye in trusting love,

We feel the sacred sign;

Of life, immortal life! how mild

The glorious promise shines,

When the young mother o'er her child,
First reads the deathless lines

The spirit on its clay impresses,

THE FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR

And answers with her warm caresses,

As she were fain to bind

Its soul to her's!—And this is Love-
'Tis prayer on earth; 'tis praise above;
"Tis God within the mind.

And in Love's name I'll drink my cup,
Nor deem it steeped in tears,
While fondly I am garnering up
Rich hopes for future years:
O, I shall hear glad voices say,
'Thy children bless thy care!'
These are my cherished dreams to-day,
And who has dreams more fair?
Dreams will they prove?—I fear it not-
I communed with my secret thought,
Nor selfish wish was there-

One only—and it will endure

'O, keep my dear ones good and pure!' And Heaven will hear my prayer!

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