The token : a Christmas and New Year's present . at a distancefrom each * 294 THE TOKEN. Time rolled on, and the native dwellers of the forest,the mild and inoffensive Indians, took possession oftheir island, now wholly abandoned by French andSpaniards. The forts were razed, the long grass wavedover the site of the settlements, and more than a hundredyears passed away, before more fortunate emigrantsfound on it a shelter from persecution, and a home forreligious liberty. A DREAM. The sun went down to its sapphire bed, With glory round it the twilight beams on the mountains she
The token : a Christmas and New Year's present . at a distancefrom each * 294 THE TOKEN. Time rolled on, and the native dwellers of the forest,the mild and inoffensive Indians, took possession oftheir island, now wholly abandoned by French andSpaniards. The forts were razed, the long grass wavedover the site of the settlements, and more than a hundredyears passed away, before more fortunate emigrantsfound on it a shelter from persecution, and a home forreligious liberty. A DREAM. The sun went down to its sapphire bed, With glory round it the twilight beams on the mountains shed. Were the loveliest and the the midnight hour the pale moon set To rise again no the parting beams on the landscape met. Sweeter than eer stars were gone, and I laid me down To a cold and deep a long, lono; night threw its sullen frown Oer the world and all its the morning came, and the sky was rolled With its planets all away,And another Sun shed its light of gold, Oer the Spirit-world of S S-il <D t) IL Xl£ li S ^IL* Ifr r?. ^ :S 0 jdrich & THE SCHOOLMISTRES.^. BY MRS S I G O t R N E Y. How doth this pictures art relumeOf childhoods scenes the buried bloom !How from oblivions sweepins; streamEach floating flower and leaf redeem!From neighbouring tower the iron chimeThat told the schools allotted time,TTie lowly dome where woodbine crept,The sanded floor, with neatness swept,The hour-glass in its guarded nook,Which oft our tiny fingers shookBy stealth, if flowed too slow awayThe sands that held us from our play;The murmured task, the ready tear,The joyous laugh, prolonged and dear,These all on heart and ear and eyeCome thronging back, from years gone there thou art! in sainted brow as thoughtful, mild and sage,As when upon thy pupils heartThy precepts breathed; yes, there thou art!And in thy hand that sacred it was our pride to look, 296 THE TOKEN. Whose truths around thy hoary headA never
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