hlaply, some hsoary-headect swain may say,
"Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn,
Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away,
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
"There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech,
That wreathes its old, fantastic roots so high,
His listless length at noontide would he stretch,
And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn,
Muttering hs wayward fancies, he would rove;
Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn,
Or crazed with care, or crossed with hopeless love.
One morn I missed him on th' accustomed hill,
Along the heath, and near his favorite tree;
Another came,- nor yet beside the rill,
Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;
"The next, with dirges due, in sad array,
Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne;-
Approach and read (for thou canst read ) the lay,
Graved on the stone beneath yor aged thorn."
EPITAPH.
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,
A youth to fortune and to fame unknown;
Fa:r Science frowned not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere;
Heaven did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to misery all he had, -a tear;
He gained from Heaven - 'twas all he wished - a friend.
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Nor draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they, alike, in trembling hope repose,)
The bosom of his Father and his God.
YOU AND I.
F we could leave this world behind-
'Its gains and loss, its praise and blame,
Nor seeking place, nor fearing shame,
Some fair land quite forgotten find,
We might be happy, you and I,
And let this foolish world go by.
No paradise of love and bliss,
No dreams of youth in Eden bowers,
But some dear home of quiet hours,
Where all of life we would not miss,
But find some day sweet ere we die,
And let this cruel world go by.
It will not be -we are too weak
To snatch from Time and Life one day;
But, when they both have passed away,
0 Love! we will each other seek
Where none can part us, none deny
This world and all its woes gone by.

[ THE POETS.
LITTLE FEET.
BY FLORENCE PERCY.
WO little feet so small that both may nestle
In one caressing hand -
Two tender feet upon the untried border
Of Life's mysterious land ;
Dimpled and soft, and pink as peach-tree blossoms
*In April's fragrant days-
How can they walk among the briery tangles
Edging the world's rough ways?
These white-rose feet, along the doubtful future,
Must bear a woman's load ;
Alas ! since woman has the heaviest burdeni
And walks the hardest road.
Love, for a while, will make the path before them
All dainty, smooth and fair-
Will cull away the brambles, letting only
The roses blossom there.
But when the mother's watchful eyes are shrouded
Away from sight of men,
And these dear feet are left without her guiding,
Who shall direct them then?
How will they be allured, betrayed, deluded,
Poor little untaught feet -
Into what dreary mazes will they wander,
What dangers will they meet?
Will they go stumbling blindly in the darkness
Of Sorrow's tearful shades?
Or find the upland slopes of Peace and Beauty
Whose sunlight never fades?
Will they go toiling up Ambition's summit,
The common world above?
Or in some nameless vale securely sheltered,
Walk side by side in Love?
Some feet there be, which walk Life's track unwounded,
Which find but pleasant ways;
Some hearts there be, to which this life is only
A round of happy days.
But they are few. Far more there are who wander
Without,a hope or friend
Who find their journey full of pains and losses,
And long to reach the end!
How shall it be with her, the tender stranger,
Fair-faced and gentle-eyed,
Before whose unstained feet the world's rude highway
Stretches so strange and wide ?
Ah ! who may read the future? For our darling
We crave all blessings sweet-
And pray that He,.who feeds the crying ravens,
Will guide the baby's feet.