LAUNCHING INTO ETERNITY. - Watts. Ir was a brave attempt! adventurous he Such is the soul that leaves this mortal land, Fearless, when the great Master gives command. Death is the storm; she smiles to hear it roar, And bids the tempest waft her from the shore; Then with a skilful helm she sweeps the seas, the raging storm with ease And manages (Her faith can govern death); she spreads her wings Wide to the wind, and as she sails she sings, And loses by degrees the sight of mortal things. As the shores lessen, so her joys arise, The waves roll gentler, and the tempest dies; Now vast eternity fills all her sight, She floats on the broad deep with infinite delight, The seas for ever calm, the skies for ever bright.. ON A LEAF FROM THE TOMB OF VIRGIL. Mrs. Hemans. AND was thy home, pale, withered thing, Wert thou a nursling of the spring, Those suns, in golden light, e'en now wave. The flowers o'er Posilippo's* brow Thy place is void, -O, none on earth, Leave when they part, their brighter home to Another leaf ere now hath sprung On the green stem which once was thine; When shall another strain be sung Like his whose dust hath made that spot a shrine? THE MAY QUEEN. - Tennyson. You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear, To-morrow'll be the happiest time of all the blithe New Year; * A mountain skirting the shores of the Bay of Naples, on one of the most beautiful heights of which stands the tomb of Virgil. Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, mer riest day, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. There's many a black, black eye, they say, but none so bright as mine ; There's Margaret and Mary, there's Kate and Caroline; But none so fair as little Alice in all the land, they say, So I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If ye do not call me loud when the day begins to break; But I must gather knots of flowers and buds, and gar lands gay; For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. ye As I came up the valley, whom think I should see, But Robin, leaning on the bridge, beneath the hazle tree? He thought of that sharp look, mother, I gave him yesterday, But I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white, And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash oʻ light. They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. They say he 's dying all for love, but that can never be; They say his heart is breaking, mother, but what is that to me? There's many a bolder lad 'll woo me any summer day, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green, For the shepherd lads on every side 'll come from far away, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. The honeysuckle round the porch has woven its wavy bowers, And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint, sweet cuckoo-flowers, And the wild marsh-marigold shines like fire in swamps and hollows gray, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. The night-winds come and go, mother, upon the meadow-grass, And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they pass, There will not be a drop o' rain the whole of the live long day, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. All the valley, mother, 'll be fresh and green and still, And the cowslip and the crowfoot are over all the hill, And the rivulet in the flowery dale 'll merrily glance and play, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. So you must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear, To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the blithe New Year, To-morrow 'll be of all the year the maddest, merriest day, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. NEW YEAR'S EVE. Tennyson. If you 're waking, call me early, call me early, mother dear, For I would see the sun rise upon the glad New Year, It is the last New Year that I shall ever see, Then ye may lay me low in the mould, and think no more o' me. To-night I saw the sun set; he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; |