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My eye must be dark, that so long has been dim,
Ere again it may gaze upon thine;
In many a token and sign.
But a light like thy beauty is there
When I pour out my spirit in prayer.
I am wrapp'd in a mantle of care-
Is not the black grief of despair:
Far off a bright vision appears,
Is born-like the rainbow-in tears.
BY LOUISA P. SMITH.
Too near our shaded earth,
May lose its note of mirth.
In the home of " care-worn things,"
And thy brightly burnish'd wings,
Thy place where stars shine free,
Above life's stormy sea.
So near this place again,
They should wear no more, the chain
Hopes as thy plumage gay, --
But still in air they stay.
Is ever hovering o'er,
On a waveless, peaceful shore,
Need we, to prove a God is here;
Tells of his hand in lines as clear.
And pours the day-spring's living flood
Could rear the daisy's purple bud-
Its fringed border nicely spii,
That set in silver gleams within ?
O'er hill and dale and desert sod,
In every step the stamp of God.
SONNET. There is a bondage which is worse to bear Than his who breathes, by roof, and floor, and wall, Pent in, a Tyrant's solitary Thrall : 'Tis his who walks about in the open air, One of a Nation who, henceforth, must wear Their fetters in their Souls. For who could be, Who, even the best, in such condition, free From self-reproach, reproach which he must share With Human nature? Never be it ours To see the Sun how brightly it will shine, And know that noble feelings, manly powers, Instead of gathering strength, must droop and pine; And earth, with all her pleasant fruits and flowers, Fade and participate in man's decline.
AND LIBRARY OF
Entertaining Knowledge. .
GLACIERS OF SWITZERLAND.
With an Engraving The following interesting description of the Mer de Glace, or Sea of Ice, a celebrated Glacier in Switzerland, is from the pen of a recent traveller :
About one o'clock we arrived at the town of Chamouny, commonly called Le Prieuré, or the Priory, and took rooms at the English, or London Hotel. No time was to be lost; we therefore immediately sent for guides and mules, for our excursion to the Mer de Glace. These were soon obtained; and we were glad to find that our principal man was no other than the one who accompanied the famous Saussure in exploring these mountainous regions. The most esteemed guides have surnames, derived from the heights or passes which they first explore, or have been most successful in traversing. Thus one is called Mont Blanc; another L'Aiguille; and our guide Le Géant. Before setting out, we were all furnished with a baton ferré, or long staff
, with a sharp iron ferrule at the end, to assist us in the steep and slippery parts of our excursion. As we crossed the plain, between the Priory and the foot of the mountain, we presented quite a formidable appear, ance. First marched, as our commander, Le Géant; then I came, flourishing the baton ferré in great glee; then my travelling companions on mules; and lastly, two or three minor guides and servants. After ascend ing the mountain for some distance, by a steep and craggy path, my strength began to fail
. By the ad. vice, and often the example, of one of our attendants
, I took hold of the long tail of one of the mules, and was