hrines,
Shrines to no code or creed confined--
The Delphian vales, the Palestines,
The Meccas of the mind.

* * * * *

CHARLES SPRAGUE.

_Curiosity_.

Lo, where the stage, the poor, degraded stage,
Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age.

* * * * *

Through life's dark road his sordid way he wends,
An incarnation of fat dividends.

* * * * *

_Centennial Ode_.

Stanza 22.

Behold! in Liberty's unclouded blaze
We lift our heads, a race of other days.

* * * * *

_To my Cigar_.

Yes, social friend, I love thee well,
In learned doctor's spite;
Thy clouds all other clouds dispel,
And lap me in delight.

HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.

_A Psalm of Life_.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

* * * * *

Art is long, and Time is fleeting.

* * * * *

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

* * * * *

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.

* * * * *

Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

* * * * *

_The Light of Stars_.

Know how sublime a thing it is
To suffer and be strong.

* * * * *

_It is not always May_.

For Time will teach thee soon the truth,
There are no birds in last year's nest!

_Maidenhood_.

Standing, with reluctant feet,
Where the brook and river meet,
Womanhood and childhood fleet!

* * * * *

_The Goblet of Life_.

O suffering, sad humanity!
O ye afflicted ones, who lie
Steeped to the lips in misery,
Longing, and yet afraid to die,
Patient, though sorely tried!

* * * * *

_Resignation_.

There is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dear lamb is there!
There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
But has one vacant chair.

* * * * *

The air is full of farewells to the dying,
And mournings for the dead.

* * * * *

_The Golden Legend_.

Time has laid his hand
Upon my hear