Oh could we make our doubts remove,

Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes—

Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.

ISAAC WATTS.

THE LAND O' THE LEAL.

I'm wearin' awa', Jean,

Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean,

I'm wearin' awa'

To the land o' the leal.

There's nae sorrow there, Jean,
There's neither cauld nor care, Jean,
The day is aye fair

In the land o' the leal.

Our bonnie bairn's there, Jean,
She was baith gude and fair, Jean,
And oh! we grudged her sair

To the land o' the leal.

But sorrow's sel' wears past, Jean,
And joy's a-comin' fast, Jean,

The joy that's aye to last

In the land o' the leal.

Sae dear that joy was bought, Je `-`
Sae free the battle fought, Jean,
That sinfu' man e'er brought

To the land o' the leal.

Oh! dry your glistening e'e, Jean,
My soul langs to be free, Jean,
And angels beckon me

To the land o' the leal.

Oh! haud ye leai and true, Jean,
Your day it's wearin' thro', Jean,
And I'll welcome you

To the land o' the leal.

Now fare ye weel, my ain Jean,
This warld's cares are vain, Jean,
We'll meet, and we'll be fain,

In the land o' the leal.

LADY CAROLINA NAIRNE.

THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD.

THEY grew in beauty, side by side,
They fill'd one home with glee ;—
Their graves are sever'd, far and wide,
By mount, and stream, and sea.

The same fond mother bent at night
O'er each fair sleeping brow;
She had each folded flower in sight-

Where are those dreamers now?

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dst the forests of the West

by a dark stream is laid

The Indian knows his place of rest
Far in the cedar shade.

The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one

He lies where pearls lie deep;

He was the loved of all, yet none
O'er his low bed may weep.

One sleeps where southern vines are drest
Above the noble slain :

He wrapt his colors round his breast
On a blood-red field of Spain.

And one-o'er her the myrtle showers
Its leaves, by soft winds fann'd;
She faded midst Italian flowers-
The last of that bright band.

And parted thus they rest, who play'd
Beneath the same green tree;
Whose voices mingled as they pray'd
Around one parent knee!

They that with smiles lit up the hall,
And cheer'd with song the hearth!-
Alas! for love, if thou wert all,

And naught beyond, O earth!

FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS,

LIFE.

LIFE! I know not what thou art,
But know that thou and I must part;

And when, or how, or where we met
I own to me's a secret yet.

Life! we've been long together,

Through pleasant and through cloudy weather 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear—

Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear;

-Then steal away, give little warning,

Choose thine own time;

Say not Good-Night,-but in some brighter clime

Bid me Good-Morning.

ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD.

TOMMY'S DEAD.

You may give over plough, boys,

You may
All the sweat o' your brow, boys,

take the gear to the stead,

Will never get beer and bread.