The taunts to tribute, the abuse to praise, And took both with the same unwavering mood: Till, as he came on light, from darkling days, And seemed to touch the goal from where he stood, A felon hand, between the goal and him, Reached from behind his back, a trigger prest,And those perplexed and patient eyes were dim, Those gaunt, long-laboring limbs were laid to rest! The words of mercy were upon his lips, Forgiveness in his heart and on his pen, When this vile murderer brought swift eclipse To thoughts of peace on earth, good-will to men. Utter one voice of sympathy and shame! But thy foul crime, like Cain's, stands darkly out. Whate'er its grounds, stoutly and nobly striven; THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER. 'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming alone; I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, to pine on the stem, Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow, when friendships decay, SPEAK GENTLY. Speak gently-it is better far to rule by love than fear; Speak gently to the young-for they will have enough to bear; Pass through this life as best they may, 'tis full of anxious care. Speak gently to the aged one, grieve not the care-worn heart, Whose sands of life are nearly run; let such in peace depart. Speak gently to the erring, know they may have toiled in vain; Perchance unkindness made them so; oh, win them back again. Speak gently, 'tis a little thing dropped in the heart's deep well; The good, the joy, that it may bring, eternity shall tell. HOME, SWEET HOME. 'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, There's no place like home, Oh, there's no place like home. I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild, And feel that my mother now thinks of her child ; As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door, An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain; Oh, give me my lowly-thatch'd cottage again; The birds singing gaily, that came at my call; Give me them, and that peace of mind dearer than all. OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT. Oft in the stilly night, ere slumber's chain hath bound me, The smiles, the tears of boyhood's years, the words of love then spoken, The eyes that shone, now dimmed and gone, the cheerful hearts now broken: Cho. Thus, in the stilly night, ere slumber's chain hath bound me, When I remember all the friends so linked together, I feel like one who treads alone some banquet hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, whose garlands dead, and all but him departed. WHEN THE MISTS HAVE ROLLED AWAY. When the mists have rolled in splendor from the beauty of the hills, And the sunshine, warm and tender, falls in kisses on the rills, We may read love's shining letter in the rainbow of the spray ; We shall know each other better when the mists have rolled away. Cho. We shall know as we are known, never more to walk alone; In the dawning of the morning, when the mists have rolled away. If we err in human blindness, and forget that we are dust; SPEED AWAY. Speed away! speed away! on thine errand of light! Speed away! speed away! speed away! Go, bird of the sllver wing, fetterless now, Stoop not thy bright pinions on yon mountain's brow: Aud find our young "Day Star" ere night close again; Speed away! speed away! speed away! FOREVER AND FOREVER A maid reclined beside a stream, at fall of summer day, throng, And heard, as darkened down the eve, the river's babbling song. And thus it sung with tinkling tongue,that rippling, shadowy river, Youth's brightest day will fade away forever and forever." 46 The twilight past, the moon at last rose broadly o'er the night; Each ripple gleams beneath her beams as wrought in silver bright, The heaving waters glide along, but mingling with their voice, The nightingale now pours his song, and makes the shades rejoice. And thus he sung with tuneful tongue, that bird beside the river, "When youth is gone, true love shines on, forever and forever." WHEN SHALL WE MEET AGAIN. When shall we meet again, meet ne'er to sever? When will peace wreathe her chain round us forever? Our hearts will ne'er repose, safe from each blast that blows, Ir this dark vale of woes, never-no, never! When shall love freely flow, pure as life's river? When shall sweet friendship glow changeless forever? Where joys celestial thrill, where bliss each heart shall fill, And fears of parting chill, never-no, never! Up to that world of light, take us, dear Saviour; Where kindred spirits dwell, there may our music swell, Soon shall we meet again, meet ne er to sever; Soon shall peace wreathe her chain round us forever; Our hearts will then repose secure from worldly woes: Our songs of praise shall close, never-no, never. SOMEWHERE. "Somewhere the wind is blowing," I said, and toiled along Cho. Somewhere the things that try us shall all have passed away, Oh, brother, though the darkness over thy soul be cast The earth is rolling sunward, and light shall come at last. Somewhere the twilight gathers, and weary men lay by The burden of the daytime, and wrapped in slumber lie. Somewhere the day is breaking, and gloom and darkness flee; Though storms our bark are tossing, somewhere's a placid sea. And thus, I thought, 'tis always in this mysterious life, There's always gladness somewhere spite of its pain and strife. Somewhere the sin and sorrow of earth are known no more, Somewhere our weary spirits shall find a peaceful shore. FLOW GENTLY, SWEET AFTON, Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, As gath'ring sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave! HOME AGAIN. Home again, home again, from a foreign shore! And, oh, it fills my soul with joy, to meet my friends once more; Music sweet, music soft, lingers round the place, WHEN ALL THE WORLD IS YOUNG. When all the world is young, lad, and all the trees are green, among; God grant you find one face there you loved when all was young DOUGLAS, TENDER AND TRUE. Could ye come back to me, Douglas! Douglas! I would be so faithful, so loving, Douglas! Never a scornful word should grieve ye, I'd smile on you sweet as the angels do, Sweet as your smile on me shone ever, |