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Where are the notes of Spring?

Yet the brown bee still hums his quiet tune,
And the low shiver of the insect's wing
Disturbs the hush of noon.

The thin, transparent leaves,
Like flakes of amber, quiver in the light;
While Autumn round her silver fret-work weaves
In glittering hoar-frost white.

O Autumn, thou art blessed!

My bosom heaves with breathless rapture here:
I love thee well, season of mournful rest,
Sweet Sabbath of the year!



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Morning in Spring. GEORGE D. Prentice.

How sweet the landscape! Morning twines
Her tresses round the brow of Day,
And bright mists, o'er the forest pines,
Like happy spirits, float away

To revel on the mountain's crown,
Whence the glad stream comes shouting down,
Through woods and rocks, that hang on high,
Like clouds against the deep-blue sky.


The woven sounds of bird and stream
Are falling beautiful and deep
Upon the spirit, like a dream

Of music on the hour of sleep;
And gently from the dewy bowers
Soft murmurs, like the breath of flowers,
Are winding through the purple grove,
And blending with the notes of Love.

The streams in veins of silver flow;
The sunrise gale o'er flower and tree
So lightly breathes, it scarce would blow
A fairy bark upon the sea;
It comes so fresh, so calm, so sweet,
It draws the heart from its retreat,
To mingle in the glories, born
In the first holy light of morn

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A cloud is on the sky above;

And calmly, o'er the young year blue, 'Tis coming like a thing of love

To gladden in the rising dew: Its white waves with the sunlight blend, And gentle spirits seem to bend From its unrolling folds, to hear The glad sounds of our joyous sphere.

The lake, unruffled by the breeze,

Smiles in its deep, unbroken rest, As it were dreaming of the trees

And blossoms pictured on its breast; Its depths are glowing, bright, and fair, And the far skies seem hollowed there, Soft trembling, as they felt the thrill Of music echoed from the hill.

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The living soul of beauty fills
The air with glorious visions: bright
They linger round the sunny hills,

And wander in the clear blue light;
Off to the breathing heavens they go,
Along the earth they live and glow,
Shed o'er the lake their happy smiles,
And beckon to its glittering isles.

O, at this hour, when air and earth
Are gushing love, and joy, and light,
And songs of gladness, at the birth

Of all that's beautiful and bright,-
Each heart beats high; each thought is blown
To flame; the spirit drinks the tone
Of brighter worlds, and melts away
In visions of eternal day.



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Voyage to Europe. WASHINGTON Irving.

To an American visiting Europe, the long voyage he has to make is an excellent preparative. The temporary ab

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sence of worldly scenes and employments produces a state of mind peculiarly fitted to receive new and vivid impressions. The vast space of waters that separates the hemispheres is like a blank page in existence. There is no gradual transition, by which, as in Europe, the features and population of one country blend almost imperceptibly with those of another. From the moment you lose sight of the land you have left, all is vacancy, until you step on the opposite shore, and are launched at once into the bustle and novelties of another world.


In travelling by land, there is a continuity of scene, and a connected succession of persons and incidents, that carry on the story of life, and lessen the effect of absence and separation. We drag, it is true, a lengthening chain" at each remove of our pilgrimage; but the chain is unbroken; we can trace it back link by link; and we feel that the last of them still grapples us at home. But a wide sea voyage severs us at once. It makes us conscious of being cast loose from the secure anchorage of settled life, and sent adrift upon a doubtful world. It interposes a gulf, not merely imaginary, but real, between us and our homes—a gulf, subject to tempest, and fear, and uncertainty, that makes distance palpable, and return precarious.

Such, at least, was the case with myself. As I saw the last blue line of my native land fade away like a cloud in the horizon, it seemed as if I had closed one volume of the world and its concerns, and had time for meditation before I opened another. That land, too, now vanishing from my view, which contained all that was most dear to me in life, what vicissitudes might occur in it, what changes might take place in me, before I should visit it again! Who can

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tell, when he sets forth to wander, whither he may be driven by the uncertain currents of existence; or when he may return; or whether it may be ever his lot to revisit the scenes of his childhood?

I said, that at sea all is vacancy; I should correct the expression. To one given to day-dreaming, and fond of losing himself in reveries, a sea voyage is full of subjects for meditation; but then they are the wonders of the deep and of the air, and rather tend to abstract the mind from worldly themes. I delighted to loll over the quarter-railing, or climb to the main-top, on a calm day, and muse for hours together on the tranquil bosom of a summer's sea;-to gaze upon the piles of golden clouds just peering above the horizon; fancy them some fairy realms, and people them with a creation of my own; to watch the gentle, undulating billows, rolling their silver volumes, as if to die away on those happy shores.

There was a delicious sensation of mingled security and awe with which I looked down, from my giddy height, on the monsters of the deep at their uncouth gambols shoals of porpoises tumbling about the bow of the ship; the grampus, slowly heaving his huge form above the surface; or the ravenous shark, darting, like a spectre, through the blue waters. My imagination would conjure up all that I had heard or read of the watery world beneath me; of the finny herds that roam its fathomless valleys; of the shapeless monsters that lurk among the very foundations of the earth; and of those wild phantasms that swell the tales of fishermen and sailors.

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Sometimes a distant sail, gliding along the edge of the ocean, would be another theme of idle speculation. How interesting this fragment of a world, hastening to rejoin the great mass of existence! What a glorious monument of human invention; that has thus triumphed over wind and wave; has brought the ends of the world into communion;

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