. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . treach-•/(fe^itj erouH main;^ Toil on—for the wiflflom u\ man ye ! With your sand-baficd Btructurcs ami domes of rock ;Your columnH the futhomlcsH fountiiins lavo,And your arches spring up to the crested mock. wave; THE COKAL INSECT. 147 Yere a puny race, thus to boldly rearA fabric so vast, in a realm so bind the deep with your secret zone,The ocean is seald, and the surge a stone;Fresh wreaths from the coral pavement spring,Like the terraced pride of Assyrias king; The tur
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . treach-•/(fe^itj erouH main;^ Toil on—for the wiflflom u\ man ye ! With your sand-baficd Btructurcs ami domes of rock ;Your columnH the futhomlcsH fountiiins lavo,And your arches spring up to the crested mock. wave; THE COKAL INSECT. 147 Yere a puny race, thus to boldly rearA fabric so vast, in a realm so bind the deep with your secret zone,The ocean is seald, and the surge a stone;Fresh wreaths from the coral pavement spring,Like the terraced pride of Assyrias king; The turf looks green where the breakers rolld ;Oer the whirlpool ripens the rind of gold;The sea-snatchd is the home of men. Theres a poison-drop in mans purest cup ;There are foes that watch for his cradle breath;And why need ye sow the floods with death?With mouldering bones the deeps are white,From the ice-clad pole to the tropics bright;The mermaid hath twisted her fingers coldWith the mesh of the sea-boys curls of the gods of ocean have frownd to seeThe mariners bed in their halls of glee;. CORAL KEEF And the mountains exult where the wavehath been. But why do ye plant neath the billows darkThe wrecking reef for the gallant bark ?There are snares enough on the tented field,Mid the blossomd sweets that the valleys yield ;There are serpents to coil, ere the flowers are up; Hath earth no graves, that ye thus mustspread Ye build—ye build—but ye enter not the tribes whom the desert devourd in their sin;From the land of promise ye fade and die,Ere its verdure gleams forth on your weary eye; l^Q THE COMING OF THANKSGIVING. As the kings of the cloud-crownd pyra-mid. Ye slumber unmarkd mid the desolate main,While the wonder and pride of your works Their noteless bones in oblivion hid, remain. THF COMIKG OF THANKSGIVING. CHARLES DUDLEY ^VARNER. ^P^NE of the best things in farming is gathering the chestnuts, hickory-^yP nuts, butternuts, and even bus
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