They sleep in secret,-but their sod, THE HOUR OF PRAYER. "Pregar, pregar, pregar, Ch' altro ponno i mortali al pianger nati?" CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, Traveller, in the stranger's land, Warrior, that from battle won ALFIERI. Ye that triumph, ye that sigh, Heaven's first star alike ye see Lift the heart and bend the knee! THE VOICE OF HOME TO THE PRODIGAL. "Von Bäumen, aus Wellen, aus Mauern, LA MOTTE FOUQUÉ. O! WHEN wilt thou return The Summer-birds are calling And the merry waters falling With sweet laughter in their sound. And a thousand bright-vein'd flowers, But when wilt thou return? Oh! thou hast wander'd long In thine alter'd heart hath died. THE VOICE OF HOME TO THE PRODIGAL. 185 Thou hast flung the wealth away, And the glory of thy Spring; And to thee the leaves' light play Is a long-forgotten thing. But when wilt thou return ?— O'er the image of the sky, Which the lake's clear bosom wore, Darkly may shadows lie— But not for evermore. Give back thy heart again To the freedom of the woods, To the birds' triumphant strain, To the mountain solitudes! But when wilt thou return? Still at thy father's board There is kept a place for thee; And, by thy smile restored, Joy round the hearth shall be, Still hath thy mother's eye, Thy coming step to greet, A look of days gone by, Tender and gravely sweet. Still, when the prayer is said, For thee kind bosoms yearn, For thee fond tears are shedOh! when wilt thou return? THE WAKENING. How many thousands are wakening now! And some far out on the deep mid-sea, And some-O! well may their hearts rejoice— And some in the camp, to the bugle's breath, Which tells that a field must ere night be won. And some, in the gloomy convict-cell, When the bright sun mounts in the laughing sky. And some to the peal of the hunter's horn, So are we roused on this chequer'd earth: But one must the sound be, and one the call, THE BREEZE FROM SHORE. ["Poetry reveals to us the loveliness of nature, brings back the freshness of youthful feeling, revives the relish of simple pleasures, keeps unquenched the enthusiasm which warmed the spring-time of our being, refines youthful love, strengthens our interest in human nature, by vivid delineations of its tenderest and loftiest feelings; and, through the brightness of its prophetic visions, helps faith to lay hold on the future life." CHANNING. Joy is upon the lonely seas, |