134 SUNRISE ON THE HILLS. There are hopes, that like enchantment brighten They are never met- and yet they lighten, When the present only tells of anguish, Age, and suffering, and want, may sever wwwm SUNRISE ON THE HILLS. BY H. W. LONGFELLOW. I STOOD upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch And woods were brightened, and soft gales The clouds were far beneath me:-bathed in light Like hosts in battle overthrown, As many a pinnacle with shifting glance, Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance, SUNRISE ON THE HILLS. And rocking on the cliff was left The dark pine blasted, bare, and cleft. I heard the distant waters dash- The music of the village bell Came sweetly to the echo-giving hills, 135 And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills Was ringing to the merry shout That faint and far the glen sent out, Where, answering to the sudden shot, thin smoke Through thick-leaved branches from the dingle broke. If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows that thou wouldst forget,— If thou wouldst read a lesson that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills!-no tears Dim the sweet look that nature wears. 136 AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN. BY WASHINGTON ALLSTON. ALL hail! thou noble land, Our fathers' native soil! O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore: Canst reach to where the light The world o'er! The Genius of our clime, From his pine-embattled steep, Shall hail the great sublime; While the Tritons of the deep With their conchs the kindred league shall proclain, Then let the world combine O'er the main our naval line, Like the milky way, shall shine Though ages long have passed Since our fathers left their home, Their pilot in the blast, O'er untravelled seas to roam,— Yet lives the blood of England in our veins! AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN. 137 That blood of honest fame, Which no tyranny can tame While the language, free and bold, How the vault of heaven rung, When Satan, blasted, fell with all his host; Ten thousand echoes greet, From rock to rock repeat Round our coast; While the manners, while the arts, That mould a nation's soul, Still cling around our hearts, Between let Ocean roll, Our joint communion breaking with the Sun Yet, still, from either beach, The voice of blood shall reach, More audible than speech, 'We are One!' 12* 138 LOVE UNCHANGEABLE. LOVE UNCHANGEABLE. BY R. DAWES. YES! still I love thee-Time who sets And dims my sunken eye, forgets The heart he could not bow ;- The dew-drop hanging o'er the rose, Can never touch a leaf that blows, A moment finely exquisite, I would not have thy married heart Think momently of me,— That bind me so to thee; No! while my thoughts seem pure and mild Like dew upon the roses wild, |