HOW BEAUTIFUL IS EARTH. BY E. B. BARRETT. How beautiful is Earth! my starry thoughts Me seemeth through the leafy trees to ring CATHEDRAL HYMN. BY MRS. HEMANS. A DIM and mighty minister of old Time! Tell of a race that nobly, fearlessly, On their heart's worship poured a wealth of love! Honour be with the dead!—the people kneel Under the helms of antique chivalry, And in the crimson gloom from banners thrown, And midst the forms, in pale proud slumber carved Of warriors on their tombs.-The people kneel Where mail-clad chiefs have knelt; where jewelled crowns On the flushed brows of conquerors have been set; Where the high anthems of old victories Have made the dust give echoes. Hence, vain thoughts! Memories of power and pride, which, long ago, Their voice on its high waves !-a mighty burst!- Which the blasts call forth with their harping wings From gulfs of tossing foliage there is blent: F A LOVER'S ADMIRATION. I SEE her now. BY LANDON. How more than beautiful She paces yon broad terrace !-The free wind Has lifted the soft curls from off her cheek, Which yet it crimsons not,-the pure, the pale,Like a young saint. How delicately carved The Gercian outline of her face!-but touched With a more spiritual beauty, and more meek. Her large blue eyes are raised up to the heavens, Whose hues they wear, and seem to grow more clear As the heart fills them. There, those parted lips,- |