Part 14 (1/2)

What charm dwells in thine eye of blue, That thus, by its magnetic pow'r, The world to me hath brighter hue, And happier grows each pa.s.sing hour?

With virtuous thought, and pure desire, Thine eyes look forth from lofty soul; Contagious, then, my thoughts aspire To reach, with thee, thy lofty goal.

Thine eyes contemptuously look down On all that's sordid, mean and low; Around thy head is virtue's crown, About the feet is virtue's snow.

THANKSGIVING DAY.

G.o.d of the harvest, once again Our joyful tones we raise, For all Thy goodness, day by day, We give Thee thankful praise.

With blessings rich, from fertile field, And gifts from fruitful tree, We wish, this day, our thanks to yield With earnest hearts, to Thee.

We plough'd the ground, we sow'd the seed, But Thou didst send the rain In grateful show'rs, in time of need, And now we've reap'd the grain.

The sun with grateful heat did s.h.i.+ne; The dew did nightly fall; And now, for loaded tree and vine-- We give Thee thanks for all.

The bee, in well-fill'd honey cells, Her sweets for us hath stow'd, The crystal water in the wells, For us from springs hath flow'd.

The lowing herd, the prancing steed Receiv'd we from Thy hand, And we, this day, return our meed Of praise, throughout the land.

Then let us sing with earnest hearts, Tho' joyful be each lay, And thankful ev'ry song that starts On this Thanksgiving Day.

A SUNSET.

”Oh come,” said I unto my love, ”And let us view the setting sun, And watch the fleeting clouds above, So brightly color'd, ev'ry one.”

Thus lightly to my love, I spake, And she responded lightly, too, And by my side her place did take, Her young heart gladden'd by the view.

I walk'd along, she tripp'd beside, Short was the time, until we stood Above the rolling, gla.s.sy tide-- Above old Huron's mighty flood.

”Oh, see,” said I, ”the glorious sight, Now spread before our favor'd gaze-- The clouds all flame, the sea all light, The sun, one grand, terrific blaze.”

E'en such a time, and such a scene Could not love's gentle pow'r dispel.

I saw my love's grave, thoughtful mien, I turn'd and said: ”your thoughts pray tell.”

”My thoughts! Oh yes, since you request, My thoughts were centr'd all in you, As chang'd my gaze from crest to crest, Across the gla.s.sy ocean's blue;

”And, as I saw the waters s.h.i.+ne With polish'd splendor from the sun, Thus gleam'd, I thought, this love of mine, Thus shall it gleam till life is done.

”And, as I saw the bars of gold, And clouds with crimson deeply dy'd, Your love, I thought, was wealth untold, And my heart's blood, your crimson tide.”

”And yours,” I said, ”your love to me Is one great, s.h.i.+ning, gla.s.sy flood; Your face, reflected, there I see, So beautiful, so bright and good.

”My nature glows at thy dear name, With deep, red heat, like yonder ball, It s.h.i.+nes with constant, ruddy flame; It s.h.i.+nes for you, but tinges all.

”But see, the sun has sunk to rest, As if beneath the distant wave, But still the colors in the west, Show that he still s.h.i.+nes from his grave.