His lines on Dawn are very choice-dewy and fragrant : Throw up the window. 'Tis a morn for life In its most subtle luxury. The air Is like a breathing from a rarer world; And the south wind is like a gentle friend, I know it has been trifling with the rose, S. J. CLARKE ("Grace Greenwood") is the writer of these glowing stanzas on Love's Sweet Memories: Canst thou forget, beloved, our first awaking From out the shadowy calms of doubts and dreams, A sky of rose and gold was o'er us glowing, Canst thou forget the childlike heart-outpouring Her speaking silence, and her blissful tears Canst thou forget? Canst thou forget, though all Love's spells be broken, And that last gift, affection's holiest token, The severed tress, which lay upon thy heart Canst thou forget? way: * Here is CROLY's fine tribute to Domestic Love : O, love of loves!-to thy white hand is given When the babes cling around their father's knee; Peopling the gloom with all he longs to see. We close our Fifth Poetic Evening with some of HORACE SMITH'S pictorial stanzas, entitled A Hymn to the Flowers: Day-stars! that ope your eyes with morn, to twinkle And dew-drops on her holy altars sprinkle, Ye matin-worshippers! who, bending lowly Ye bright mosaics! that with storied beauty Your voiceless lips, O Flowers! are living preachers, From loneliest nook! Floral apostles! that, in dewy splendour, "Weep without woe, and blush without a crime," O, may I deeply learn, and ne'er surrender, Ephemeral sages! what instructors hoary For such a world of thought could furnish scope? Each fading calyx a memento mori, Yet fount of hope! Posthumous glories! angel-like collection! Ye are to me a type of resurrection And second birth. 312 |