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Is it the tender star of love ?
The star of love and dreams ?
A hero's armour gleams.
When I behold afar,
The shield of that red star.
And smile upon my pain ;
And I am strong again.
But the cold light of stars ;
To the red planet Mars.
He rises in my breast,
And calm, and self-possessed. And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art,
That readest this brief psalm,
Be resolute and calm.
And thou shalt know ere long,
HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. The Well of Jacob. H ERE, after Jacob parted from his brother,
His daughters linger'd round this well, new
made; Here, seventeen centuries after came another,
And talk'd with JESUS, wondering and afraid. Here, other centuries past, the emperor's mother
Shelter'd its waters with a temple's shade. Here, mid the fallen fragments, as of old, The girl her pitcher dips within its waters cold.
And JACOB's race grew strong for many an hour,
Then torn beneath the Roman eagle lay ; The Roman’s vast and earth-controlling power
Has crumbled like these shafts and stones away; But still the waters, fed by dew and shower,
Come up, as ever, to the light of day, And still the maid bends downward with her urn, Well pleased to see its glass her lovely face re
And those few words of truth, first utter'd here,
Have sunk into the human soul and heart; A spiritual faith dawns bright and clear,
Dark creeds and ancient mysteries depart; The hour for God's true worshippers draws near;
Then mourn not o'er the wrecks of earthly art: Kingdoms may fall, and human works decay, Nature moves on unchanged-Truths never pass away.
JAMES F. CLARKE.
The Future Life. ARE there (still more amazing) who resist A The rising thought? who smother in its birth The glorious truth? who struggle to be brutes ? Who through this bosom-barrier burst their way, And with reversed ambition strive to sink ? Who labour downwards through the opposing
powers Of instinct, reason, and the world against them, To dismal hopes, and shelter in the shock Of endless night? night darker than the graves ? Who fight the proofs of immortality ? To contradict them see all nature rise! What object, what event, the moon beneath, But argues, or endears an after scene? To reason proves, or weds it to desire ? All things proclaim it needful, some advance One precious step beyond, and prove it sure. A thousand arguments swarm round my pen, From heaven, and earth, and man. Indulge al
few, By nature as her common habit worn. Thou! whose all-providential eye surveys, Whose hand directs, whose spirit fills and warms Creation, and holds empire far beyond! Eternity's inhabitant august! Of two eternities amazing Lord ! One past ere man's, or angel's, had begun; Aid, while I rescue from the foes' assault, Thy glorious immortality in man!
The Possession of the True Felicities. W ITH aspect mild, and elevated eye,
W Behold him seated on a mount serene, Above the fogs of sense, and passion's storm ; All the black cares, and tumults, of this life, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, not impair his peace. Earth's genuine sons, the sceptred, and the slave, A mingled mob! a wandering herd! he sees, Bewilder'd in the vale; in all unlike! His full reverse in all! what higher praise ? What stronger demonstration of the right?
The present all their care; the future, his. When public welfare calls, or private want, They give to fame; his bounty he conceals. Their virtues varnish nature; his exalt. Mankind's esteem they court; and he, his own.
Theirs, the wild chase of false felicities;
He sees with other eyes than theirs: where they
They things terrestrial worship, as divine: