SONG FROM "FANNY." BY F. G. HALLECK. YOUNG thoughts have music in them, love And happiness their theme; And music wanders in the wind That lulls a morning dream. There's music in the forest leaves, The first wild bird that drinks the dew, Has music in his song, and in The fluttering of his wing. SONG. There's music in the dash of waves, When the swift bark cleaves their foam; There's music heard upon her deck The mariner's song of home When moon and starbeams, smiling, meet, At midnight, on the sea; And there is music once a week In Scudder's balcony. But the music of young thoughts too soon Is faint, and dies away, And from our morning dreams we wake To curse the coming day. And childhood's frolic hours are brief, And oft, in after years, Their memory comes to chill the heart, To-day the forest leaves are green; They'll wither on the morrow, And the maiden's laugh be changed, ere long, Where are the forest-birds; The answer is a silent one, More eloquent than words. 51 The moonlight music of the waves In storms is heard no more, When the livid lightning mocks the wreck At midnight on the shore; And the mariner's song of home has ceased His corse is on the sea; And music ceases, when it rains, In Scudder's balcony. ODE. BY CHARLES SPRAGU E. WHEN from the sacred garden driven, And crossed the wanderer's sunless path. "The Curse a Blessing shall be found." She led him through the trackless wild, Where noontide sunbeam never blazed;The thistle shrunk-the harvest smiled, And Nature gladdened as she gazed. Earth's thousand tribes of living things, At Art's command, to him are given; The village grows, the city springs, And point their spires of faith to heaven. He rends the oak—and bids it ride, To guard the shores its beauty graced; He smites the rock-upheaved in pride, See towers of strength and domes of taste. And leaps triumphant o'er the grave. He plucks the pearls that stud the deep, He breaks the stubborn marble's sleep, In fields of air he writes his name, He moves in greatness and in grace; Links realm to realm, and race to race. |