One Of The Last Songs Of Alice Cary

AUcc Cary pont hor laat weary nummer in New England, and there she wrote the folluwing U-;iut ifu lim-H. Whüo tht-y serve to n-mind uu of huw mnc genios nraat hencerortfa be hiddco in the mire, the discloae with ■ plaintfreneai and pathos nioat touchin, Unit in Ali'v ('nry's nature m such a wcalth o bt-uutiful thought tïmther lui-uili wu oftcn forgot ten oren when death w.uj gathoring ita r slmdow Hround : AN isvalid's plea. O Hummcr ! my lcnutiful(txiniitiful( nummor I I look 1:1 thy ftifti, and I loog w to liv-. Hut, ili : hiflt thr.u room for nn idle ncw-comer, With fUl thingtt to take and notlanff to ive Í With hII tbioga to tuke of thy dear Inving kiri(lnew, The wine of thy sunshine, the dew of thy iiir; And with nothinx to jive but the deafncss and blind DM Begot in the depthw of tua utter dcspnir Í Aa if tin1 pny harwltn meiuit but to scrcccn lirr, The blnok Kpidcr its in her low loom and wenvofl ; A lanon of trust to rfjtr tonler-4Ted glnner Thai bean in berbnnro unusthegnldofthosheaves. The Wu-bird thut trillw lier low l:iy in the busheti l'rovokes froin the robiu a merxter fflee; The rosí; paya the sun for his kisn with her blushes, And all tbius pay tithes to thee- all thingx but me ! At .en, tïie fire-flios trim with tlieir glimmers The wüd, weady -skirta of the tield and the wood ; At gtfirning, Uwee dearlittteyoUow-viiwednvtnwun, The butteraiOB, luwten to malee iti.ir piaoegood. The Tiolet. atwaya ao white and so .sdntly ; The cnnlínal, witnninír tlie frost with their blaite ; The mit, kecpiuK hooM t hur sand-hearth BO qutóntly, lteproach iny idle aad indolent wttys. "When o'er the high East the red moroing is broaking, And the amber of starlight Iniliind, The land of enchantment I leave, ou awakiug, Is not so enchanted as that which I flnd. And tlie low Weet t-y Ü HUUet is flattend, And locurt and catdid sing up their best, Peace comea to my thoughta that were med to be fluttered, Like doves when an eagle' wing darkens their nest. The greeu little grasshopper, weak as we deern her, Chirps, day in and out, for the sweet riglit to live ; And cjiuflt thou, U Summtr ! makeroom foradreamcr With all thiugs to tnke, and with not hing to give l- Room only to wrap her hot cheeka in thy shadows, And on thy daisy-fringed pillows to lie, And dream of the gates of the gloriout meadows, Where never a rose of the roses hall die 1