9. It was not a life in peril O God, it was far, far more! And the whirlpool of hell's temptations 10. Thick mists hid the light of the beacon, And the voices of warning were dumb; So I knelt by the altar of Mary, And told her the hour was come. 11. For she waits till earth's aid forsakes us, Till we know our own efforts are vain; 12. And now in that sea-side chapel, 13. There is one fair shrine I remember, Where the grand old mountains are guarding 14. Where the earth, in her rich, glad beauty, 15. Where the bälmy breezes of summer And the chimes of the convent prayer. Could be dared, or suffered, or won. 18. If I love the name of that altar And the thought of those days gone by, And my own, that remember why. 19. Where long ages of toil and of sorrow, And poverty's weary doom, Have clustered together so closely That life seems shadowed with gloom; 20. Where crime that lurks in the darkness, Make the spirit of hope grow weary, 21. Where the feet of the wretched and sinful Yět we call it the House of God. 22. It is one of our Lady's chapels ; And though poorer than all the rest, 23. There are no rich gifts on the altar, Yet the poor, and the sick, and the tempted 24. And before that humble altar, Where Our Lady of Sorrow stands, I knelt with a weary longing, 25. And I know, when I enter softly, And pause at that shrine to pray, That the fret and the strife and the burden 26. And the prayer and the vow that sealed it 1 Adelaide Anne Procter, an English poetess, daughter of the distinguished poet and song-writer, B. W. Procter, who was better known by the assumed name of Barry Cornwall, was born in London, Oct. 30,1825; died there, Feb. 2, 1864. She published" Legends and Lyrics, a Book of Verse," in 1858, and "A Second Volume of Legends and ADELAIDE PROCTER. Lyrics" in 1861. Both series, with new poems, were issued in one volume in 1865, with an introduction by Charles Dickens. Her poetry is remarkable for its easy flowing verse, and the delicacy and refinement of its sentiment. Without imitation, it has much of the pater nal grace and manner. SECTION XXIII. I. 85. THE EMIGRANT'S SONG. ID adieu to the homestead, adieu to the vale; give grief to the gale: Thêre the hearths are unlighted, the embers are black, For as well might the stream that comes down from the mount, Yet the lordly Ohio feels joy in his breast As he follows the sun onward into the West. 2. Oh! to roam, like the rivers, through empires of woods, Or to ride the wild horse o'er the boundlèss domain, 1 There to chase the fleet stag, and to track the huge bear, H II. 86. LIFE IN THE WEST. READ. O brothers-come hither and list to my stōry— 1 Lithe, pliant; limber. 2 Prī mē ́val, primitive; belonging to the earliest times; original. 3 Thomas Buchanan Read, an American painter and poet, was born in Chester Co., Pa., March 12, 1822. A new edition of his poetical works in a collected form appeared in 1860. His verse is musical and his descrip. tions beautiful. He died May, 1872. Here, like a monarch, I reign in my glōry— Måster am I, boys, of all that I see. Where once frowned a fŏrèst, a garden is smiling- 2. Talk not of the town, boys-give me the broad prairie, Where man, like the wind, roams impulsive and free; Behold how its beautiful colors all vary, Like those of the clouds, or the deep-rolling sea! And die, boys, in peace and good-will to mankind. III. 87. THE IRISH EMIGRANT'S MOTHER. "OH 1. H! come, my mother, come away, across the sea-green water; 1 George P. Morris, an American song-writer and journalist, born in Philadelphia, Oct. 10, 1802; died in New York, July 6, 1864. |