Oh could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes— Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. ISAAC WATTS. THE LAND O' THE LEAL. I'm wearin' awa', Jean, Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean, I'm wearin' awa' To the land o' the leal. There's nae sorrow there, Jean, In the land o' the leal. Our bonnie bairn's there, Jean, To the land o' the leal. But sorrow's sel' wears past, Jean, The joy that's aye to last In the land o' the leal. Sae dear that joy was bought, Je `-` To the land o' the leal. Oh! dry your glistening e'e, Jean, To the land o' the leal. Oh! haud ye leai and true, Jean, To the land o' the leal. Now fare ye weel, my ain Jean, In the land o' the leal. LADY CAROLINA NAIRNE. THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD. THEY grew in beauty, side by side, The same fond mother bent at night Where are those dreamers now? Ը dst the forests of the West by a dark stream is laid The Indian knows his place of rest The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one He lies where pearls lie deep; He was the loved of all, yet none One sleeps where southern vines are drest He wrapt his colors round his breast And one-o'er her the myrtle showers And parted thus they rest, who play'd They that with smiles lit up the hall, And naught beyond, O earth! FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS, LIFE. LIFE! I know not what thou art, And when, or how, or where we met Life! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear— Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; |