THE STAR OF THE MINE • 131 And thus with man's proud spirit Thou tellest me 'twill be, When the forms and hues of this world fade From his memory, as from thee: And his heart's long-troubled waters Of the solemn world on high. THE STAR OF THE MINE FROM the deep chambers of a mine, I had not seen it midst the glow And still the farther from my sight Oh, what is like that heavenly spark? A friend's kind steadfast eye, Where, brightest when the world grows dark, TO THE DAUGHTER OF BERNARD BARTON HAPPY thou art, the child of one In each soft shadow of the sky, So shall deep quiet fill thy breast, WASHINGTON'S STATUE SENT FROM ENGLAND ΤΟ AMERICA YES! rear thy guardian hero's form There, as before a shrine, to bow, Bid thy true sons their children lead: The language of that noble brow For all things good shall plead. A THOUGHT OF HOME AT SEA The spirit reared in patriot fight, The virtue born of home and hearth, And let that work of England's hand, Such, through all time, the greetings be A THOUGHT OF HOME AT SEA WRITTEN FOR MUSIC "TIS lone on the waters When eve's mournful bell Sends forth to the sunset When, borne with the shadows When the wing of the sea-bird 133 "Tis lone on the waters-- + TO AN ORPHAN THOU hast been reared too tenderly, Too quiet seemed thy joys for change, Bright clouds, thro' summer skies that range, To sleep in silvery stillness bound, This world hath no more love to give But oh, too beautiful and blest HYMN BY THE SICK-BED OF A MOTHER 135 Kind voices from departed years Must haunt thee many a day; Looks that will smite the source of tears Across thy soul must play. Friends-now the altered or the dead, A gladness o'er thy dreams will shed, Alone! it is in that deep word And are these lost?—and have I said And brave the tempest's wrong! Thou reed! o'er which the storm hath passed, On one, one Friend thy weakness cast- HYMN BY THE SICK-BED OF A MOTHER FATHER! that in the olive-shade, When the dark hour came on, Strengthen thy Son; |