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My eye must be dark, that so long has been dim,
But my heart has revealings of thee and thy home,
I never look up with a vow to the sky,
And though, like a mourner that sits by a tomb,
By sorrow revealed, as the stars are by night,
And hope, like the rainbow, a creature of light,
BY LOUISA P. SMITH.
Fly on! nor touch thy wing, bright bird,
Or the warbling, now so sweetly heard,
Fly on-nor seek a place of rest,
In the home of "care-worn things,"
The fields of upper air are thine,
I would never war.der-bird, like thee,
With wing and spirit once light and free-
Not worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep,
Tells of his hand in lines as clear.
For who but He who arch'd the skies,
And pours the day-spring's living flood
Could rear the daisy's purple bud-
Its fringed border nicely spin,
That set in silver gleams within?
O'er hill and dale and desert sod,
There is a bondage which is worse to bear
Their fetters in their Souls. For who could be,
To see the Sun how brightly it will shine,
The brightest gem cannot surpass
GLACIERS OF SWITZERLAND.
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 appearance. 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 ascending the mountain for some distance, by a steep and craggy path, my strength began to fail. By the advice, and often the example, of one of our attendants, I took hold of the long tail of one of the mules, and was