THE LOST AT SEA 225 THE LOST AT SEA. BY J. O. ROCKWELL. WIFE, who in thy deep devotion Hope no more-his course is done. Children, who as sweet flowers growing, Dream ye that its voice is tolling When the sun looked on the water, Every blue and leaping wave, Under the majestic ocean, Where the giant currents rolled, Slept thy sire without emotion Sweetly by a beam of gold. 226 THE LOST AT SEA. And the violet sunbeams slanted, So we left him; and to tell thee Children whose meek eyes inquiring RETURNING A STOLEN RING 227 RETURNING A STOLEN RING. BY C. SHERRY. WELL, lady, take again the ring, With every joy and pleasure gay, May friendship shed its gentle rays, And in that future happy time, Remember not! and can it be 228 LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP. Ay, it is written on our lot, That lot so varied, dark and strange, But dash this idle gloom away, LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP. BY WILLIAM LEGGETT. THE birds, when winter shades the sky Fly o'er the seas away, Where laughing isles in sunshine lie, And thus the friends that flutter near Are startled if a cloud appear, And fly before the storm. But when from winter's howling plains Each other warbler 's past, The little snow bird still remains, And cherups midst the blast. Love, like that bird, when friendship's throng With fortune's sun depart, Still lingers with its cheerful song, And nestles on the heart. STANZAS. THE Voice of Spring! and blushing flowers Wooing from sunbeams and from showers A free exchange of sweets: Blithe birds their matin notes prolong Among the cottage vines: And cottage children list the song— Sweet incense to sweet shrines! Oft turning, glides away— All things of Paradise the dream To this dim spot convey. Hearts! which the sweet affections bind With nature's purest tie, Where hope and faith are deeply shrined, Too deeply, soon to die— Ye love the season! pure as light, Untired the spirits play: Rich dreams are yours for coming night, And richer still for day 229 |