nds and foes,
Alternate, through the changeful war,
And beacon-fires flashed bright and far;
And here, when Freedom's strife was won,
Fell, in sad feud, her favored son;--

Her son,--the second of the band,
The Romans of the rescued land.
Where round yon capes the banks descend,
Long shall the pilgrim's footsteps bend;
There, mirthful hearts shall pause to sigh
There, tears shall dim the patriot's eye.

There last he stood. Before his sight
Flowed the fair river, free and bright;
The rising Mart, and isles and bay,
Before him in their glory lay,--
Scenes of his love and of his fame,--
The instant ere the death-shot came.

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=_George W. Doane, 1799-1859._= (Manual, p. 523.)

From "Evening."

=_350._=

Softly now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away;
Free from care, from labor free,
Lord, I would commune with thee.

Thou, whose all-pervading eye
Nought escapes, without, within,
Pardon each infirmity,
Open fault, and secret sin.

Soon for me the light of day
Shall forever pass away;
Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee!

Thou who sinless, yet hast known
All of man's infirmity;
Then, from thy eternal throne,
Jesus, look with pitying eye.

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=_George P. Morris, 1801-1864._= (Manual, p. 523.)

=_351._= HIGHLANDS OF THE HUDSON.

Where Hudson's wave o'er silvery sands
Winds through the hills afar,
Old Crow-nest like a monarch stands,
Crowned with, a single star.
And there amid the billowy swells
Of rock-ribbed, cloud-capped earth,
My fair and gentle Ida dwells,
A nymph of mountain birth.

The snow-flake that the cliff receives--
The diamonds of the showers--
Spring's tender blossoms, buds, and leaves--
The sisterhood of flowers--
Morn's early beam, eve's balmy breeze--
Her purity define;--
But Ida's dearer far than these
To this fond breast of mine.

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=_George D. Prentice, 1802-1869._= (Manual, p. 487.)

From "The Mammoth Cave."

=_352._= CONTRAST OF NATURE WITHOUT.

All day, as day is reckoned on the earth,
I've wandered in these dim and awful aisles,
Shut from the blue and breezy dome of heaven,
... And now
I'll sit me down upon yon broken rock,
To muse upon t