ANDRE. Alas, and shall she hear it, that bright one Like the young eagle to the sun? 15 The morning came, And he stood up to die; -the beautiful In the calm prelude to the storm. He died; THE RAINBOW. BY CHARLES H. UPTON. ETHEREAL diadem! whose blended rays Celestial smile! beneath whose beams the dove And bore the emblem of returning love Resplendent arc! whose prism-blended hues Sign-manual of God! inscribed on high, Where, on the tablet of the vaulted sky, WEEP NOT FOR THE DEAD. BY B. B. THATCHER. Он, lightly, lightly tread For her that slumbers in the dreamless sleep, Of this eternal bed! Hallow her humble tomb With your kind sorrow, ye that knew her well, And climbed with her youth's brief but brilliant dell, 'Mid sunlight and fair bloom. Glad voices whispered round As from the stars,-bewildering harmonies,- With hopes like blossoms shone : Oh, vainly these shall glow, and vainly wreathe Verdure for the veiled bosom, that may breathe No joy-no answering tone. Yet weep not for the dead That in the glory of green youth do fall, Ere phrenzied passion or foul sin one thrall Weep not! They are at rest From misery, and madness, and all strife, Nor ever more shall come To them the breath of envy, nor the rankling eye Shall follow them, where side by side they lieDefenceless, noiseless, dumb. Aye-though their memory's green, In the fond heart, where love for them was born, With sorrow's silent dews, each eve, each morn, Be freshly kept, unseen Yet weep not! They shall soar As the freed eagle of the skies, that pined, Rejoice! rejoice! How long Should the faint spirit wrestle with its clay, FAREWELL. Fluttering in vain for the far cloudless day, 19 It mounts! It mounts! Oh, spread The banner of gay victory-and sing For the enfranchised-and bright garlands bringBut weep not for the dead! FAREWELL. BY JOHN B. L. SOULE. "And there were sudden partings such as press THERE is an hour-an hour of bliss, When cares and sighs depart ; |