Part 41

W. B. O. PEABODY.

56. When the sun Rises, visiting earth with light, and heat, And joy; and seems as full of youth, and strong To mount the steep of heaven, as when the stars Of morning sang to his first dawn.

POLLOK--Course of Time.

57. Let others hail the oriflamme of morn, O'er kindling hills unfurl'd, with gorgeous dyes, Oh, mild blue evening, still to thee we turn, With holier thoughts and with undazzled eyes.

R. C. SANDS.

58. Night; when a cloud, which through the sky, Sailing alone, doth cross in her career The rolling moon;--to watch it as it comes, And deem the deep opaque will blot her beams; But melting like a wreath of snow, it hangs In folds of wavy silver round, and clothes The orb with richer beauties than her own; Then, passing, leaves her in her light serene.

SOUTHEY--Madoc.

59. Thine own loved moon's, That every soft and solemn spirit worships; That lovers love so well; strange joy is hers, Whose influence o'er all tides of soul hath power. She lends her light to rapture and despair; The glow of hope, and wan hue of sick fancy, Alike reflect her rays; alike they light The path of meeting or of parting love; Alike on mingling or on breaking hearts She smiles in throned beauty.

MATURIN--Bertram.

60. Sunrise; Rolling back the clouds into Vapors more lovely than the unclouded sky, With golden pinnacles and snowy mountains, And billows purpler than the ocean's, making In heaven a glorious mockery of the earth, So like, we almost deem it permanent; So fleeting, we can scarcely call it aught Beyond a vision, 'tis so transiently Scatter'd along the eternal vault; and yet It dwells upon the soul, and sooths the soul, And blends itself into the soul, until Sunrise and sunset form the haunted epoch Of sorrow and of love.

BYRON--Sardanapalus.

WHAT MUSICAL SOUNDS DO YOU LOVE?

Oh for some soul-affecting scheme Of moral music.

WORDSWORTH.

Music, round her creep---- Seek her out, and when you find her, Gentle, gentlest music, wind her Round and round, Round and round, With your bands of softest sound.

BARRY CORNWALL.

WHAT MUSICAL SOUNDS DO YOU LOVE?

1. The sweet and solemn sound Of Sabbath worshippers.

W. C. BRYANT.

2. The bugle, silver-tipp'd, That with a breath, long-drawn, and slow-expiring, Sends forth that strain, which, echoing through the wilds, Tells of a loved one's glad return.

SOUTHEY.

3. The voice of waters, and the sheen Of silver fountains leaping to the sea.

N. P. WILLIS.

4. The humbee singing Drowsily among the flowers, Sleepily, sleepily, In noontide swayeth he, Half balanced on a slender stalk.

J. R. LOWELL.

5. One voice, in its low, musical depth, More dear and thrilling than the crowds' applause; Even as the far-off murmur of the surge, Heard at hush'd eve, is sweeter than the homage Of waves tumultuous, dashing at your feet.

MRS. ELLET.

6. Small voices, and an old guitar, Winning their way to an unguarded heart.