LIGHT FOR ALL. And yet not poor; for calm content A happy man!-though on life's shoals, I know no more-what more wouldst know, LIGHT FOR ALL. FROM THE GERMAN. You cannot pay with money The million sons of toil The sailor on the ocean, The peasant on the soil, You gaze on the cathedral, That in earth and darkness lie: 323 The workshop must be crowded. # See, light darts down from heaven, And enters where it may; The eyes of all earth's people Are cheered with one bright day. And let the mind's true sunshine Be spread o'er earth as free, And fill the souls of men As the waters fill the sea. The man who turns the soil Need not have an earthy mind; The digger 'mid the coal On each worthy labour done, The tailor, ay, the cobbler, May lift their heads as men,Better far than Alexander, Could he wake to life again, And think of all his bloodshed (And all for nothing too!) And ask himself-" What made I As useful as a shoe?" REMEMBRANCES. What cheers the musing student, The thought that for his followers Enjoy the vision bright— Let the thought that comes from heaven REMEMBRANCES. I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, He never came a week too soon, I remember, I remember, 325 The lilacs where the robins built, I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air would rush as fresh My spirit flew in feathers, then, And summer pools could hardly cool I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender spires, To know I'm further off from heaven, CAROLINE NORTON. AN EMBLEM OF LIFE. OH! life is like the summer rill, where weary daylight dies; We long for morn to rise again, and blush along the skies: For dull and dark that stream appears, whose waters in the day, All glad in conscious sunniness,went dancing on their way. But when the glorious sun hath 'woke, and looked upon the earth, And over hill and dale there float the sounds of human mirth ; A CHILD'S FIRST IMPRESSION OF A STAR. 327 We sigh to see day hath not brought its perfect light to all, For with the sunshine on those waves, the silent shadows fall. Oh! like that changeful summer rill our years go gliding by, Now bright with joy, now dark with tears, before youth's eager eye, And thus we vainly pant for all the rich and golden glow, Which young hope, like an early sun, upon its course can throw. Soon o'er our half illumined hearts the stealing shadows come, And every thought that 'woke in light receives its share of gloom; And we weep while joys and sorrows both are fading from our view, To find wherever sunbeams fall, the shadow cometh too. NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. AN AMERICAN POET. A CHILD'S FIRST IMPRESSION OF A STAR. As if it were a new and perfect world, Filled her young heart with gladness, and the eve |