Up! up! to its home on the mountain crag,
Where the condor builds its nest,
I mount far fleeter than hunted stag,
I float far higher than Switzer flag--
Hurrah for the lightning's guest!

Away, over steeple and cross and tower--
Away, over river and sea;
I spurn at my feet the tempests that lower,
Like minions base of a vanquished power,
And mutter their thunders at me!

Diablo frowns, as above him I pass,
Still loftier heights to attain;
Calaveras' groves are but blades of grass--
Yosemite's sentinel peaks a mass
Of ant-hills dotting a plain!

Sierra Nevada's shroud of snow,
And Utah's desert of sand,
Shall never again turn backward the flow
Of that human tide which may come and go
To the vales of the sunset land!

Wherever the coy earth veils her face
With tresses of forest hair;
Where polar pallors her blushes efface,
Or tropical blooms lend her beauty and grace--
I can flutter my plumage there!

Where the Amazon rolls through a mystical land--
Where Chiapas buried her dead--
Where Central Australian deserts expand--
Where Africa seethes in saharas of sand--
Even there shall my pinions spread!

No longer shall earth with her secrets beguile,
For I, with undazzled eyes,
Will trace to their sources the Niger and Nile,
And stand without dread on the boreal isle,
The Colon of the skies!

Then hurrah for the wings that never tire--
For the sinews that never quail;
For the heart that throbs in a bosom of fire--
For the lungs whose cast-iron lobes respire
When the eagle's breath would fail!

[Decoration]

XXVIII.

_LOST AND FOUND._

'Twas eventide in Eden. The mortals stood,
Watchful and solemn, in speechless sorrow bound.
He was erect, defiant, and unblenched.
Tho' fallen, free--deceived, but not undone.
She leaned on him, and drooped her pensive brow
In token of the character she bore--
_The world's first penitent_. Tears, gushing fast,
Streamed from her azure eyes; and as they fled
Beyond the eastern gate, where gleamed the swords
Of guarding Cherubim, the flowers themselves
Bent their sad heads, surcharged with dewy tears,
Wept by the stare o'er man's immortal woe.

Far had they wandered, slow had been the pace,
Grief at his heart and r