A WISH. But as I tread the path Some millions tread beside me, May friendship's hand still guide me ; 119 A WISH. FROM THE GERMAN OF MATTHISON. WOULD I might once before my spirit sink The humble bush, which hides the linnet-nest The brook, that cuts the meadow, where a boy 120 THE SEA DIVER. The hill, where many groups of happy boys Swing on the branches of the linden tree, Delights me more than the high mountain, Bathing its summit in the golden sunbeams! Would I might once, before my spirit sink Then may the minister of death, in smiles, THE SEA DIVER. BY H. W. LONGFELLOW. My way is on the bright blue sea, And many an eye has followed me My plumage bears the crimson blush, THE SEA DIVER. Full many a fathom down beneath The bright arch of the splendid deep, My ear has heard the sea shell breathe O'er living myriads in their sleep. They rested by the coral throne, Where the pale sea-grape had o'ergrown At night upon my storm-drenched wing, And when the wind and storm had done, I saw the pomp of day depart, The cloud resign its golden crown, When to the ocean's beating heart, The sailor's wasted corse went down. Peace be to those whose graves are made Peace that their relics there were laid 121 122 THE WINDS. THE WINDS. BY HANNAH F. GOULD. WE Come, we come! and ye feel our might, Like the spirit of Liberty, wild and free! Ye mark as we vary our forms of power, And ye say it is we! but can ye trace The wandering Winds to their secret place? And whether our breath be loud and high, Or come in a soft and balmy sigh, And ye list, and ye look, but what do you see? TO THE MEMORY OF J. G. C. BRAINARD. 123 Our dwelling is in the Almighty's hand; Then lift up your hearts to him who binds, TO THE MEMORY OF J. G. C. BRAINARD. BY J. G. WHITTIER. GONE to the land of silence-to the shadows of the dead With the green turf on thy bosom, and the gray stone at thy head! Hath thy spirit too departed? Doth it never linger here, When the dew upon the bending flower is falling like a tear?— When the sunshine lights the green earth like the perfect smile of God, Or when the moonlight gladdens, or the pale stars look abroad? Hast thou lost thy pleasant fellowship with the beautiful of Earth, |