The poets and poetry of America : to the middle of the nineteenth century . leeps the fountains wealth, I ween, Forever in its sparry wells;The spells of the enchanter lie [eye- Not on his own lone heart, his own rapt ear and I look upon a face as fair As ever made a lip of heavenFalter amid its music-prayer! The first-lit star of summer evenSprings not so softly on the eye, Nor grows, with watching, half so bright,Nor, mid its sisters of the sky, So seems of heaven the dearest light;Men murmur where that face is seen—My );ouths angelic dream was of that look and mien. Yet, though we deem the
The poets and poetry of America : to the middle of the nineteenth century . leeps the fountains wealth, I ween, Forever in its sparry wells;The spells of the enchanter lie [eye- Not on his own lone heart, his own rapt ear and I look upon a face as fair As ever made a lip of heavenFalter amid its music-prayer! The first-lit star of summer evenSprings not so softly on the eye, Nor grows, with watching, half so bright,Nor, mid its sisters of the sky, So seems of heaven the dearest light;Men murmur where that face is seen—My );ouths angelic dream was of that look and mien. Yet, though we deem the stars are blest, And envy, in our grief, the flowerThat bears but sweetness in its breast, And feard the enchanter for his power,And love the minstrel for his spellHe winds out of his lyre so well;The stars are almoners of light, The lyrist of melodious air,The fountain of its waters bright, And every thing most sweet and fairOf that by which it charms the ear,The eye of him that passes near ;A lamp is lit in womans eyeThat souls, else lost on earth, remember angels bv. \P (Hi (R T DS A 0 T EDWARD SANFORD. [Born, 1807.] Edward Sanford, a son of the late ChancellorSanfoiid, is a native of the city of New was graduated at the Union College in 1824,and in the following year became a law studentin the oilice of Benjamin F. Butler, afterwardAttorney-General of the United States. He sub-sequently practised several years in the courts of New York, but finally abandoned his professionto conduct the Standard, an able democraticjournal, with which he was connected during thepolitical contest which resulted in the election ofMr. Van Buren to the Presidency, after which hewas for a time one of the editors of The Globe,at Washington. He now resides in New York. ADDRESS TO BLACK HAWK. There s beauty on thy brow, old chief! the high And manly beauty of the Roman mould,And the keen flashing of thy full, dark eye Speaks of a heart that years have not made cold;Of passions scathed not
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