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THE PARTING —A PICTURE.
BY G. MELLEN.
He loved her to the last. And when they parted
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She made him at the altar—and his voice
But they must part. His call was to a land
Sink inward — silent, dungeoned, and forlorn.
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Again he bent above her, but spake not.
She raised her lips and eye.—She was alone.
TO A WAVE.
BY J. O. ROCKWELL,
List! thou child of wind and sea,
Tell me of the far off deep, Where the tempest's wing is free,
And the waters never sleep. Thou perchance the storm hath aided,
In its works of stern despair, Or perchance thy hand hath braided,
In deep caves, the mermaid's hair.
Wave! now on the golden sands,
Silent as thou art, and broken, Bearest thou not from distant strands
To my heart some pleasant token? Tales of mountains of the south,
Spangles of the ore of silver, Which with playful singing mouth,
Thou hast leaped on high to pilfer?
218 TO A WAVE.
Mournful Wave! I deemed thy song
Was telling of a floating prison,
And the mighty winds were risen,
While the brave and fair were dying.
In thy folds as thou wert flying?
Hast thou seen the hallowed rock,
Where the pride of kings reposes,
Wreathed with samphire green and roses!
Hast thou been a tribute flinging
Pearls upon the south wind stringing?
Faded Wave! a joy to thee
Now thy flight and toil are over!
Calm as thine, thou ocean rover'.
On the shore of time is driven,
To be lost away in heaven.
A PLEDGE TO THE DYING YEAR.
Fill to the brim! one pledge to the past,
As it sinks on its shadowy bier;
We pour to the grave of the year!
To linger awhile in those bowers;
That gilded life's earlier hours.
Here's to the love—though it flitted away,
We can never, no, never forget!
One pledge will we pour to it yet.
And bright on the wanderer broke,
Along the wild desert awoke.
Fill to the brim! one pledge to the glow