A Rosary Of Sonnets

i. - NATURK. As a íonrt moíner when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her littlc ehild to beu, Half wiUinB, half relnctant to bc led, And leave hisbroken playthinHH ou the floor, Still guzing at theni through the open door, Nor wholly reaseured and coinfortfd By promines of others iu thetl' stcilü, Which, thouijh more spleudid-, inay not pleasc hiiu more ; So Nature deals vriüi us, and taken away 0a lilaytliiiijiK 011e by one, und by the hand Jieads na to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wiah to go or Btay, Bcing too full of ffleep to onderstand How far tlie unknown transecndB the what wt know. H.- IN THE OHÜB:HTARD AT TARHYTOWXi Here lies the gentle hnmorist, who dipt! In the bright Indiali SJUnlnef oi' Uis fame ! A simple stoTtf, ii h a dite and name, Marks bis secludvi iVstiiig-plaoc b'eside rho river tllat ]ie lovfed abd glorinêi}. Here in tbe auhnnn of hi days he eanie, But tho dry leaves of life were all aflame Wltii tinta thnt briglitenod and were nmltipHod. How Hwoct a lile was lijs ; how sweet a deutji ! Living, to wing witti mirtii tbo wrftpy lioUrR, Or with romantic talen the UMH to cheer ; Dying to lwne a metoiörj liie the breath 01 sUinnwïti iull of sunshine and of ohowers, A grief and gladness in the atmosphere. ni.- ElilOT's OAK. Thou ancient oak ! whoee myrtle leaveH are loud With sounds of unintelligible speech, Sounds as of surges on a shingly beueli, Or multitudinous nuirmui-s of a crowd ; With Mime mysteri'HiR gift of tongucs endowcd, Thou npwiktst a dillcrent dialect to each ; To tiae a language that no man can teach, Of a lost race, long vaniehed like a eloud. For nndorncatli thy shade, in days remoto, Seated like Abraham at eventido Beneath the oaks of Miuiht, tfee UMklibVvb Apostle of the IndinriH, Klint, Vt}4v His Bil lic iu n ihat hatli difd Anl ís folkHUeni 8'áve by tliee alone. IV.- THE DESCKNT OK THE MC8E9. ! MUC sisters, beautiful in form and face, Came from their convent on the t;hining heights Of Pierus, the mountain of delights, To dweil among the people at its base. Then seemed the world to change. All time and space, Splendor of cloudless days and starry DJAhtft And men and manuers, and all sound and si;;ht, Had a new meaning, a diviner grace. Pix)ud were these sisters, but were not too proid To teach in schools of littlc cotmtoV towns Science and song, and all the arts thüt pleasr ; 80 that while hoiscvives span, and farmers plowcd, Their cinnely daaíhters, ciad i o bomespun gow-n Lcarned Üle sweet songs of the PioHilfcs-. V.- Etnfe Whit bw(i of eitjes, sMih.iMng in thy nest Sn W3dertllly Wlilt among the reeds W tiVe lllgoon, that fences Öiec and feeds, A payeth thy oíd historian and thy gxiest ! White water-lily, cradled and caressed By ocean streams, and from the silt and weede Lifting thy golden pistils with thcir seel-, Thy sun-illumined spires, thy crow m'ú IStèn I White phantom city, whof 'mïrOdden streots Are rivera, and wliose pavements are the bbifting Hhadow of palaces and strips of sky ; I wait ti ee thee vanish like the fleots Sepn in mirage, or towers of cloud uplifting In air their unembstantial masonry. -Atlantic Mout hit f ar Harch. 1 - -