. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 0, then I tliink that yet for me Some breeze of fortune thus may spring,Some breeze to waft me, love, to thee— And in that hope I smiling sing, Steady, boy! so. m t\u gmUxj. ^ t morning, when the earth and skyAre glowing with the light of spring,We see thee not, thou humble fly!JSTor think upon thy gleaming wing. But when the skies have lost their hue,And sunny lights no longer play, 0 then we see and bless thee tooFor sparkling oer the dreary way. Thus let me hope, when lost to meThe lights that now my life illume, Some milder

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 0, then I tliink that yet for me Some breeze of fortune thus may spring,Some breeze to waft me, love, to thee— And in that hope I smiling sing, Steady, boy! so. m t\u gmUxj. ^ t morning, when the earth and skyAre glowing with the light of spring,We see thee not, thou humble fly!JSTor think upon thy gleaming wing. But when the skies have lost their hue,And sunny lights no longer play, 0 then we see and bless thee tooFor sparkling oer the dreary way. Thus let me hope, when lost to meThe lights that now my life illume, Some milder joys may come, like thee,To cheer, if not to warm, the gloom. SG9. ®0 i\\t ^mt\ Wxmxnxt goxh^. FROM THE CITY OF WASHINGTON. h alt former times had never left a traceOf human frailty in their onward race,Nor oer their pathway written, as they ran,One dark memorial of the crimes of man ;If every age, in new unconscious prime,Rose, like a phoenix, from the fires of time,To wing its way unguided and future smiling and the past unknown;

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