POWER OF MUSIC. They're superstitious, but religious still. Or, deep beneath him, heave with boundless roar 125 Round the dark windows clasping ivy clings, Twines round the porch, and in the sea-breeze swings; Its green leaves rustle :-heavy winds arise; The low cells echo, and the dark hall sighs. Now Fancy sees the ideal canvass stretched, And o'er the lines, that Truth has dimly sketched, Hurtled along before her frenzied eye. The scudding cloud, that drives along the coast, O'er Morven's woods and Tura's mouldering wall, 126 POWER OF MUSIC. No:-'tis a glow-worm, burning greenly there, Yes!-'tis some Spirit that those skies deforms, EUTHANASIA. BY WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK. METHINKS, when on the languid eye Life's autumn scenes grow dim; When evening shadows veil the sky, And Pleasure's syren hymn Grows fainter on the tuneless ear, Or dream of Seraphim, It were not sad, to cast away It were not sad, to feel the heart That cheered the good of old; To clasp the faith which looks on high, That falls upon his wasting breast, It were not lonely thus to lie Till the pure spirit mounts on high, It were not lonely thus to soar, Where Sin and Grief can sting no more. And though the way to such a goal Lies through the clouded tomb, If on the free unfettered soul There rests no stains of gloom, How should its aspirations rise, Beyond the journeyings of the sun, Where streams of living waters run. TO THE SHIP OF THE LINE PENNSYLVANIA. BY WILLIAM B. TAPPAN. "LEAP forth to the careering seas," Oh, ship of lofty name! And toss upon thy native breeze The stars and stripes of fame! And bear thy thunders o'er the deep Where vaunting navies ride!Thou hast a nation's gems to keep— Her honor and her pride! Oh! holy is the covenant made With thee and us to-day ; None from the compact shrinks afraid, No traitor utters nay! We pledge our fervent love, and thou Thy glorious ribs of oak, Alive with men who cannot bow 'To kings, nor kiss the yoke! Speed lightnings o'er the Carib Sea, And look! her hands are spread to thee Go! lie upon the Ægean's breast, Where sparkle emerald isles |