Therefore, amidst this wide array My soul is on that bark's lone way, For human hearts are there. THE BIRDS OF PASSAGE. BIRDS, joyous birds of the wandering wing! "We have swept o'er cities in song renown'd-Silent they lie, with the deserts round! We have cross'd proud rivers, whose tide hath roll'd All dark with the warrior-blood of old; And each worn wing hath regain'd its home, Under peasant's roof-tree, or monarch's dome." And what have ye found in the monarch's dome, "We have found a change, we have found a pall, Oh! joyous birds, it hath still been so ; "A change we have found there--and many a change! Faces and footsteps and all things strange! Gone are the heads of the silvery hair, And the young that were, have a brow of care, And the place is hush'd where the children play'd,-- Nought looks the same, save the nest we made !" Sad is your tale of the beautiful earth, Birds that o'ersweep it in power and mirth! Yet thro' the wastes of the trackless air, Ye have a Guide, and shall we despair? Ye over desert and deep have pass'd,So may we reach our bright home at last! 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 She had each folded flower in sight,- One, midst the forests of the west, By a dark stream is laid- The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. |