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Too much, oh! there too much!—we know not well Wherefore it should be thus, yet rous'd by thee, What fond strange yearnings, from the soul's deep cell,
Gush for the faces we no more may see! How are we haunted, in thy wind's low tone, By voices that are gone!
Looks of familiar love, that never more,
Never on earth, our aching eyes shall meet, Past words of welcome to our household door,
And vanish'd smiles, and sounds of parted feetSpring! midst the murmurs of thy flowering trees, Why, why reviv'st thou these?
Vain longings for the dead!—why come they back With thy young birds, and leaves, and living blooms? Oh! is it not, that from thine earthly track
Hope to thy world may look beyond the tombs ?
Yes! gentle spring; no sorrow dims thine air,
THE ILLUMINATED CITY.
THE hills all glow'd with a festive light,
There were lamps hung forth upon tower and tree,
Was traced, as in stars, on the clear dark sky.
I pass'd thro' the streets; there were throngs on throngs
Like sounds of the deep were their mingled songs;
The forests heard it, the mountains rang,
Telling the land of her foes o'erthrown.
Didst thou meet not a mourner for all the slain ?
Gallant and true were the hearts that fell-
And bowing the beauty of woman's head:
Didst thou hear, midst the songs, not one tender
For the many brave to their slumbers gone?
I saw not the face of a weeper there
Too strong, perchance, was the bright lamp's glare!
I heard not a wail midst the joyous crowd
The music of victory was all too loud!
Mighty it roll'd on the winds afar,
Shaking the streets like a conqueror's car ;
Turn then away from life's pageants, turn,
Dazzling the eyes till they see not wo.
But lift the proud mantle which hides from thy view The things thou shouldst gaze on, the sad and true; Nor fear to survey what its folds conceal
So must thy spirit be taught to feel!
THE SPELLS OF HOME.
There blend the ties that strengthen
The silver links that lengthen
By the soft green light in the woody glade,
On the banks of moss where thy childhood play'd ;
By the household tree thro' which thine eye
First look'd in love to the summer-sky ;