The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1850-10-03

us greatly:
| ''Our wet hands spread the carpet
And light the hearth Of home;
| From fish, "a in olden time,
| The silver coin shall Gomez
| In The HusKERs there are no verses that we
can well detach. Its quaint and delicious pictures
are seen best in gallery by themselves. Yet We
must break stanza, to give one rare and pleasant
passage
" broad red when he rose, the sunk down
last,
And like u merry guests farspeR the day in brigltne"
passed"
The verse following may be given entire:
"Ani To- through the western pines meadow stream
| and pond
famei the red radiance of sky set all sire beyond
Slowly Ger the Eastern bluffs milder glory shone
And the and the mingled into one ~
The LuMBERMEN, the last, is perhaps the finest
poem of the series The following verse, in the
description of the mountan-land where toll the
lumbermen of Maine is one We greatly like:
Where messy carpets better
Than the Persian weayes
And than Eastern perfumes sweeter
Seem the fallen leaves
And a music wild and solemn
From the pine trees height,
Rolls its vast and sea-like volume
On the wing of night
But this is, after all greater verse, for in so
few lines it impresses us with moral truth and
delights US with an exquisite fancy
CHERRY on the axe Of labor,
Let the sunbeams dance,
Batter than Tie fash Of sabre
Or the CLEAN Of lance!
Strike with every blow is given
Freer and sky.
And the Ionghid earfh to HeareH
Look, cah wondering eye!
Among the poems which follow, OK RECEIVING
AN EAaLs's QUHL FROM LAKE SUPERIOR is GER
tainly one of our chief favortes. 1t is success
sion of grand pictures-a sort of panoramic poem
Next, we find MEMoRIss-earler written than
the others We have mentioned, but unsurpassed
by any in sweetness and quiet beauty.
TnE LEGENp OF Sr. MARk-Ah, from no po-
EN- whatever, have we received 50 much Of
strength, and peace, and heavenly consolation !
In the lone and weary night of the spirit
when thick darkness walls us round-in the hour
of EXTREMIST agony, when the cry of the forsaken
is breaking from our lips-in the strife with
wrong, when the arm fails and the heart f,ints,
because the oppressor is strong and the wrong
doer victorious for a season, what wondrous life
and power, what renewals Of the early faith are
in words like these;
"Unheard no buriened hearts appeal
Means up to Gods inclinng ear;
UNDECIDED by his tender eye
Falls to the earth sufferers tear
For stiil the Lord alone is God
The pomp and power Of tyrsnt man
Are scattered at his hghtest breath,
Like chat before the winnowers fan
Not always shall the slave uplft
His heavy bands to Heaven in vain;
Gods angel, like the good st. Mark,
Comes shining dors 10 break has clam.
q, weary ones, ys may not
Your helpers in their downward flight;
Nor hear the sound Of silver wings
Slo~ bsafns Through the hush Of HigtL
Bu, not the LEES gray Dothan shOne
With sun bright watchers, bending lOw,
That Fears dim eye behed alone
The spear heads u the Syrian foe.
There are, who like ths-sess Of DID,
Can see the helper God has sent
And how iifss rugged mountain side
Is white with nany angel tent
They hear the hsralds whom our Lord
Send down his pathway to prepare
And light from others hidden, shines
Gu tAsi, high place Of faith and prayer
THE WILL OF LocH MAREE is poem Of like