New-York daily tribune., 1859-01-27

That ssibty harp Of olneys bard,
The pastoral pipe of Burns.
No fiscOrd mars E!s perfec. plan
Who gave them both a torgre,
For he who sDgs the love of man,
The love Of God hsth sung
Today be every fault forgiven
Of him in whom We JOY;
We take, with thanks, tue gold Of heaven,
And leave the earths alloy.
BE ours bis music as OF spring,
His sweetness as Of flowers,
The songs the bard himself might sing
In hO.ier eais than ours.
Sweet ai,s Of love sr / home, the hum
OF household melodies,
Come singing, as the robins cone
To sing N dOOryard trees.
And, heart to hesrt, two nations le.n
No rval wreaths TO tgine,
But blending in eternal green,
The holly and the pine
The follow inc was in respose 70 the toast:
Patio, and Humor-Twin Of poetic ,enu,, sk
, iurrst,g bY Tam OSh3nter" Hosea Ii -elw,' and
se Autocrs; Of ihe Brcskfs.t Table"
DR.. Oliver Wendell Holmes was designated 10 re-
pond, and be rose and ed the following poem lie
fss rapturously received
PoEs or OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
Januarv -, 1859.
His bhthdsy.-Nsy, we need not speak
The name each heart is beating,
Each gstenng eye and flushing cheek
Ip light aud flame repeating!
We come in one tumultnous tide,
One surge Of wild emotion.
As crowdDg through the Faith Of Clyde
Rolls in the Western ocean,
As when yon cloudless, quartered moon
Hangs or each stored river,
The swelling breast of Ayr and doom
With seagreen wavelets quiver.
The century shrivels ike scroll,
The past becomes the present,
Ard face 10 face and soul 10 soul
We greet the monarch-peasant.
Willie Shenstone strained in feeble fights
With Corydon ard Pbilis-
While Wolfe was climbing Abraham's liigbts
To snatch the Bourbon lilies.
Wto heard tbe waiDg ittants cry
The babe beneath the sbiehug
Whose song tonight IN every sky
VIII shake eaTths starry ceiling
Whose passon-breat5ing voice ascerds
And floats like ncsnsc DER MS,
Whose ringing lay OF friendship blends
With LeboTs anvil chorus
We love bin, not for sweetest song,
Though never tone so tender,
We love him, even IN his wrong-
His wastefnl self-surrender.
We praise bin not for gifts divine
His muse was born of woman
His marhood breathes in every line
Was ever heat more human
We love hin, praise him, Just for this:
10 every ioIm ard feature,
Through wealth and want, Trough wo and bils
lie saw his fellow. creature
No soul couli sink beneath bis love-
Not even angel blasted;
No mortal power could soar above
The pride that all outlasted!
Ayi Heaven Sc. one living man
Beyond the pc isnts tether-
His virtues, frsiltes He may scan,
Who weighs them altogether
fling uy pebble on the cairn
OF him, though dead, un6ying;
Sweet Natures nursing, bonniest BARN,
Beneath her daisies lying.
TIE waning Guns, the wasting globe,
Shall spere the minstres story
The centuries weave his plrple robe,
The mountain mist Of glory
The compapy rose and gave the Doctor three cheers
the conclusion Of his poem.
Mr. Geo. s. Hillard made speech; and the Hon.
dward Everett seDt letter IN which he said that he
lOud repond in spirit 10 every utterance IN honor
of the great poet not of Scotland alone, but of all
who speak the English tongue, whether in the CON-
mon diae ct, or in that sweet Dorc, to which his
songs have impaired such an iuexprsssbe charm"
y. ?. WILLIS SPEECH.
Mr. y. p. Willis, who was introduced a. the most
polar literary man il New England, made charae-
,ri.tc response, saying:
"The gif. Of CAB has been denied me from my esri-
It days. have never been able TO say, except at
ne ptlnt ofmy fingers, with pen in my hand, what
sh 10 eApIees This is vain effort Tor me. i an
Dtrey unable to tell you what ! should Ike to ssy.
can only thank you tor the kind expression of your
elpgs toward me, and express my keen sense Of the
onor that is dore NE, and my appreciation Of the
au itul heads and conferences that / see around
e--,he men wb IN have appreciated, and Of whom
have been IN o certain degree the or an the expo
ent, and by whom am honored in having been tleir
lfonent.
President Bucheaan sent 10 the Washington eelebra-