. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . on wide ? Alas ! ami no inoro seaNo grey cloud nliadows flickering oer ihe deep ?No furling liroakers hy the rocky steep Or beachy short! ? Ah, mel ECHOES. 045 No more in foamy sprayShall we with merry jest and full-voiced laughterDelight ourselves, and breast the surges after The dust and heat of day ? Shall there be no more shells ?Nor golden sand ? Nor crimson sea-weed shine—Nor pearls, nor coral that beneath the brine Adorn the ocean cells ? On balmy summer day^all we not float i
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . on wide ? Alas ! ami no inoro seaNo grey cloud nliadows flickering oer ihe deep ?No furling liroakers hy the rocky steep Or beachy short! ? Ah, mel ECHOES. 045 No more in foamy sprayShall we with merry jest and full-voiced laughterDelight ourselves, and breast the surges after The dust and heat of day ? Shall there be no more shells ?Nor golden sand ? Nor crimson sea-weed shine—Nor pearls, nor coral that beneath the brine Adorn the ocean cells ? On balmy summer day^all we not float in dainty skiff along, suit the dipping oar to choral song. Upon some sheltered bay ? Its pure, chaste lips shall never cea-e to kissIts sister earth so dear. A darker, sadder seaSpreads its drear waste before the prophets eye--A sea of sin across whiih floats the sigh Of fallen humanity. And surges of : k thoughtAnd angry loom upon its face,Telling the ruin of a shi[)wrecked race. In countless cr-nturies wrought. This is tlie great Red Sea,Whose waves shall yet at Gods owa voiceroll back,. Yes, apostolic seer;Not of the watery brine thou tellestthis; That through the pathway His redeemedmay , fearless, joyful, free. ECHOES. THOMAS MOORE. ^I^^OW sweet the answer Echo makesP^M To Music at night ,^^^X| When, roused by lute or horn, shewakes,And far away oer lawns and lakesGoes answering light! Yet Love hath echoes truer far And far more sweetThan eer, beneath the moonlights stMOf horn or lute or soft guitar The songs repeat. 646 SOFT SAWDER AND HUMAN NATUR. SOFT SA WDER AND HUMAN NATUR. THOMAS C. HALIBURTON. pliN the course of a journey which Mr. Slick performs in company withPs the reporter of his humors, the latter asks him how, in a country ^ poor as Nova Scotia he contrives to sell so many clocks. Slick paused, continues the author, as if considering the proprietyf of answering the question, and looking me in the face, said, in a con-1 fide
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