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EARTH.—THE
WIFE.
My fears were realized. I instinctively avoided
him, even turned my back, and looked away, to
save my pride. So, except a stately, but studiously polite bow, when he first caught my eye,
he gave no sign of his being aware of my presence. He was the life of the party, meantime;
afl'able to all; but to Georgiana he was abso-
How miserably unhappy I was! But I no longer thought, with regret, of my vehement manner. A sense of injustice and cruel neglect possessed me. “Let him scorn me,” I said, bitterly. “What do I care? I told him nothing but the truth. We women are unjustly treated in all things;
lutely devoted. Once or twice, in waltzing, he and from the cradle to the grave. If I had de and she nearly ran against me; but except a ferred humbly to his opinion I might—” hasty, indifferent, “pardon me,”
there was
I stopped, with a haughty gesture. I would not.
nothing said.
sufl'er myself to think that I had ever dreamed
I did not want for partners; but I was abstracted in spite of myself, and was glad to
so foolish a dream. But I lay awake neverthe— less for hours; andIhad never been so unhappy,
escape early to my room.
even when a child.
(To B! conrmusn.)
EARTH. BY
08, Earth!
ANNE
0h, Earth
L. MUZZEY.
How fair, how beautiful, how grand
Thou art, oh, Earth!
Thou star-eyed pilgrim in that tireless band,
That sails forever, with bright, shiny wings,
Around the light of lights! Beloved land
Of sweet and holy things!
Garden of dreams!
Wherein the ’prisoned soul delights to roam,
Believing all that good, and lovely seems—
In the drear shadows of sin’s starless night.
I‘hen the world mocks us, and we turn and ties,
Tired, sick, and tempest-beaten, back to theel
Oh, mother, mother Earth!
After life’s feverish battle there is rest,
Rest for the worn, and weary, calm and deep
In the cool hollows of thy quiet breast,
Thy soul-sick children may lie down and sleep,
Until the light
Of Resurrection's golden morning gleams
Mountains, and rules, and woods, and crystal streams—
Holy, and bright,
Over corruption‘s darkness, and we rise,
Glorified, from our dreams,
0n flaming wings upborne to fairer skies.
Dim pictures of that far-off, angel home,
Whose glory breaks through stars and sunset gleams:
Realms of undying flow'rs, and nightless skies,
Love-lighted Paradise!
Oh, blessed, blessed Earth!
Lo! let us walk with soft and reverent tread
Among thy thrilling beauties, sweetest Earth;
IIoly and stainless Barth,
Land of the spit-it’s birth,
Rest of the salnted dead!
Oh, Earth! Oh, Earth!
Down through thy years, like falling leaves we stray,
Bceking the path that leads to truth and light,
But evil things have dimmed our spirit sight,
And oft we lose our way
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THE
FISHER’S
BY
Rosana the wild swelling billows
Out on the lonesome sea,
Up sprang the foamy white-caps
Chasing the winds in glee]
While the grey skies melancholy
Low in their mockery bent,
Like the dismal drapery of funerals,
0r coffin cercment.
Light gleamed in the fisher’s cottage,
Streamed thro' the heavy night,
Crimsoned the weary woman
Waiting there sad and white—
Listening the loud winds” roaring,
Praying the vengeful waves
To guide him in thro' the darkness,
In from the sea‘s black graves.
OLABA
WIFE.
AUGUSTA.
Over the mountain of waters
Struggled the fisher boat,
With never a hand to guide her,
Never an oar to float!
Down in the soft paved temples,
Naiads the vigil to keep,
Sleepeth the bold fisher sailor,
Low in the halls of the deep.
Woman! extinguish the watch-tire!
Give thy strained ear rest;
One there is up in Heaven
Doeth all for the best.
Lie down on thy lonely pillow,
Ask for the dream-calm‘s spell—
For down in the sea thy husband
Sleepeth soundly and well!
