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Pure his wing and strong his chain,
And doubly bright his fairy fire. Twine ye in an airy round,
Brush the dew and print the lea; Skip and gambol, hop and bound,
Round the wild witch-hazel tree.
The beetle guards our holy ground,
He flies about the haunted place, And if mortal there be found,
He hums in his ears and flaps his face ; The leaf-harp sounds our roundelay,
The owlet's eyes our lanterns be; Thus we sing, and dance, and play, Round the wild witch-hazel tree.
But hark! from tower on tree-top high,
The sentry elf his call has made,
Shapes of moonlight! fit and fade!
Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet,
Then shall thy meteor glances glow,
Each gallant arm that strikes below That lovely messenger of death. -
Flag of the seas! on ocean wave
Flag of the free heart's hope and home!
By angel hands to valour given; The stars have lit the welkin dome,
And all thy hues were born in heaven. For ever float that standard sheet!
Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,
And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us?
SONG FROM "FANNY."
BY F. G. HALL ECK.
Young thoughts have music in them, love
And happiness their theme; And music wanders in the wind
That lulls a morning dream. And there are angel voices heard,
In childhood's frolic hours, When life is but an April day,
Of sunshine and of showers.
There's music in the forest leaves,
When summer winds are there, And in the laugh of forest girls,
That braid their sunny hair. The first wild bird that drinks the dew,
From violets of the spring, Has music in his song, and in
The fluttering of his wing.
There's music in the dash of waves,
When the swift bark cleaves their foam;
The mariner's song of home-
At midnight, on the sea;
In Scudder's balcony.
But the music of young thoughts too soon
Is faint, and dies away,
To curse the coming day.
And oft, in after years,
And dim the eye with tears.
To-day the forest leaves are green;
They'll wither on the morrow,
To the widow's wail of sorrow.
Where are the forest-birds; The answer is a silent one,
More eloquent than words.