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FAME.

EE, as the prettiest graves will do in time, Our poet's wants the freshness of its prime; Spite of the sexton's browsing horse, the sods Have struggled through its binding osier-rods; Headstone and half-sunk footstone lean awry, Wanting the brickwork promised by and by; How the minute gray lichens, plate o'er plate, Have softened down the crisp-cut name and date!

LOVE.

O, the year's done with!

S' (Love me forever!)

All March begun with,
April's endeavor;
May-wreaths that bound me

June needs must sever!
Now snows fall round me,
Quenching June's fever,-
(Love me forever!)

SONG.

AY but you, who do not love her,

NA

Is she not pure gold, my mistress?

Holds earth aught, — speak truth, — above her? Aught like this tress, see, and this tress,

IN CIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP.

And this last fairest tress of all

So fair, see, ere I let it fall!

Because, you spend your lives in praising;

To praise, you search the wide world over; So, why not witness, calmly gazing,

If earth holds aught― speak truth - above her? Above this tress, and this I touch

But cannot praise, I love so much!

INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP.

YOU know, we French stormed Ratisbon:

A mile or so away

On a little mound, Napoléon

Stood on our storming-day;
With neck out-thrust, you fancy how,

Legs wide, arms locked behind,

As if to balance the prone brow
Oppressive with its mind.

Just as perhaps he mused, "My plans
That soar, to earth may fall,

Let once my army-leader, Lannes,
Waver at yonder wall,”.

Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew
A rider, bound on bound

Full-galloping; nor bridle drew

Until he reached the mound.

Then off there flung in smiling joy,

And held himself erect

By just his horse's mane, a boy:
You hardly could suspect -

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(So tight he kept his lips compressed,
Scarce any blood came through)
You looked twice ere you saw his breast
Was all but shot in two.

Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace
We've got you Ratisbon !

The Marshal's in the market-place,
And you'll be there anon

THE BOY AND THE ANGEL.

To see your flag-bird flap his vans

Where I, to heart's desire,

Perched him!" The Chief's eye flashed; his plans Soared up again like fire.

The Chief's eye flashed; but presently

Softened itself, as sheathes

A film the mother eagle's eye

When her bruised eaglet breathes :

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Nay," his soldier's pride

Touched to the quick, he said:

"I'm killed, Sire!" And, his Chief beside, Smiling, the boy fell dead.

Said Blaise, the listening monk, "Well done;
I doubt not thou art heard, my son:

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"As well as if thy voice to-day

Were praising God, the Pope's great way.

"This Easter Day, the Pope at Rome Praises God from Peter's dome."

Said Theocrite, "Would God that I
Might praise Him, that great way, and die!"

Night passed, day shone,

And Theocrite was gone.

With God a day endures alway,
A thousand years are but a day.

God said in Heaven, "Nor day nor night
Now brings the voice of my delight."

Then Gabriel, like a rainbow's birth,
Spread his wings and sank to earth;

Entered in flesh, the empty cell,

Lived there, and played the craftsman well:

And morning, evening, noon, and night,
Praised God in place of Theocrite.

And from a boy, to youth he grew:
The man put off the stripling's hue:

The man matured and fell away
Into the season of decay:

And ever o'er the trade he bent,
And ever lived on earth content.

(He did God's will; to him, all one
If on the earth or in the sun.)

God said, "A praise is in mine ear;
There is no doubt in it, no fear :