The American literary reciter; readings, delcamations and plays, original compositions and choice selections of the best literature .. . ht of sleep or weari-ness,And nights deep darkness has no chain to bindHis rushing pinions. Revolutions sweepOer earth, like troubled visions oer the breastOf dreaming sorrow,—cities rise and sinklike bubbles on the water,—fiery islesSpring blazing from the Ocean, and go backTo their mysterious caverns,—Mountains rearTo heaven their bald and blackened cliffs, and bowTheir tall heads to the plain,—new Em-pires rise,Gathering the strength of hoary centuries,And
The American literary reciter; readings, delcamations and plays, original compositions and choice selections of the best literature .. . ht of sleep or weari-ness,And nights deep darkness has no chain to bindHis rushing pinions. Revolutions sweepOer earth, like troubled visions oer the breastOf dreaming sorrow,—cities rise and sinklike bubbles on the water,—fiery islesSpring blazing from the Ocean, and go backTo their mysterious caverns,—Mountains rearTo heaven their bald and blackened cliffs, and bowTheir tall heads to the plain,—new Em-pires rise,Gathering the strength of hoary centuries,And rush down like the Alpine avalanche,Startling the nations,—and the very stars,Yon bright and burning blazonry of God,Glitter a while in their eternal depths,And, like the Pleiad, loveliest of their train,Shoot from their glorious spheres, and pass awayTo darkle in the trackless void,—Yet, Time,Time, the tomb-builder, holds his fierce career,Dark, stern, all-pitiless, and pauses notAmid the mighty wrecks that strew his path,To sit and muse like other conquerorsUpon the fearful ruin he has wrought.—George D. £5 Little Nature Studies £.£ A love of nature is inherent in all, and the selections in this department will be found particu-larly adapted to the wishes of children, young and old, who are alwaysinterested in the affairs of Mother Nature. c5* (i5* (5* EASTER FLOWERS. MESSAGES of Gods dear loveDo these flowers bear;He who with gracious hand Gives these colors rare,Will remember you and meWith as true a care. So I bring loves offering On this Easter Day,Flowers fair that to each heart Softly seem to say: Death no more can over youHold eternal sway. As the tender plants escaped From the prisning mold,So has Christ deaths bondage burst, Death so grim and I think the message true That these blossoms hold. —Clara J. Denton. <5* «5* t5* A LITTLE BOYS ESSAY ON KATS. (Regardless of method, and original in spelling.) AKAT is an animile. Ov
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