When the blood-bought laurels of the field Ye nameless ones of earth shall shine In that all-glorious land beyond Sink into nothingness, The wretched beggar's tatter'd garb, By honest virtue worn, Shall laugh the crime-stain'd diadems Of guilty kings to scorn. ANONYMOUS. THE BEAUTIFUL. WALK with the Beautiful and with the Grand, I hear thee say, "The Beautiful! what is it?" Oh, thou art darkly ignorant! Be sure 'Tis no long weary road its form to visit, For thou canst make it smile beside thy door: Then love the Beautiful! Ay, love it! 'tis a sister that will bless, And teach thee patience when the heart is lonely; The angels love it, for they wear its dress, And thou art made a little lower only: Then love the Beautiful! Sigh for it!--clasp it when 'tis in thy way, Thy parents bend to it, and more than they; Comes with the Beautiful! Some boast its presence in a Grecian face; Then seek it everywhere. Thy bosom is its mint, the workmen are Thy thoughts, and they must coin for thee: believing The Beautiful exists in every star, Thou makest it so; and art thyself deceiving, If otherwise thy faith. Thou seest Beauty in the violet's cup. I'll teach thee miracles! Walk on this heath, It will obey thy word. One thing I warn thee: bow no knee to gold; And they who keep their best affections young E. H. BURRINGTON, 1848. STRIVE, WAIT, AND PRAY. STRIVE; yet I do not promise The prize you dream of to-day Wait; yet I do not tell you The hour you long for now Will not come with its radiance vanish'd Is winging her silent flight. Pray; though the gift you ask for |