BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To the haven under the hill: But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. THE PASSAGE. JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND. TRANSLATED BY MISS AUSTEN. MANY a year is in its grave Then, in this same boat, beside, One on earth in science wrought, But the younger, brighter form, So, whene'er I turn mine eye Back upon the days gone by, Saddening thoughts of friends come o'er me, Friends who closed their course before me. Yet what binds us, friend to friend, Take, O boatman, twice thy fee! - For, invisible to thee, Spirits twain have crossed with me. HANNAH BINDING SHOES. LUCY LARCOM. POOR lone Hannah, Sitting at the window, binding shoes! Sitting, stitching, in a mournful muse. Spring and winter, Hannah's at the window, binding shoes. Not a neighbor Passing, nod or answer will refuse "Is there from the fishers any news?" Hannah's at the window, binding shoes. Fair young Hannah, Ben, the sunburnt fisher, gaily woos; For a willing heart and hand he sues. And the waves are laughing so! Hannah leaves her window and her shoes. May is passing; 'Mid the apple-boughs a pigeon coos; For the mild south-wester mischief brews. - Hannah's at the window, binding shoes. 'Tis November: Now no tear her wasted cheek bedews, Not a sail returning will she lose, Whispering hoarsely: "Fishermen, Hannah's at the window, binding shoes. Twenty winters Bleak and drear the ragged shore she views, Twenty seasons! Never one has brought her any news, Still her dim eyes silently Chase the white sails o'er the sea;- Hannah's at the window, binding shoes. HOPE, FAITH, AND LOVE. FRIEDRICH SCHILLER. THERE are three lessons I would write- Upon the hearts of men. Have Hope! Though clouds environ round, Put off the shadow from thy brow - Have Faith! Where'er thy bark is driven |