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56 Hath linked theirs in blest unison, and made

Life seem a fairy-land of light and love.

But they are gone! I now no longer see

The tracery of their footsteps; but I go

Still dreaming on; and I will have a world

Of beautiful images; and some, perhaps,

Sad, sad ones, too; but these will make the heart

More grateful for its joys, and give a shade

To the too brilliant coloring of its dreams.

SONG OF THE EAGLE.

the child of light, yet the darkest night

No terrors hath for me,

For the storm I ride, in a monarch's pride,

Or skim o'er the heaving sea.

When lowering clouds, like sable shrouds,

Wrap the earth in deepest gloom,

I join the surge in the funeral dirge,

O'er the sailor's watery tomb.

And I love to rest on the summit crest

Of the proudest mountain's height,

While the clouds below lie like wreaths of snow,

Yielding homage to my might.

In my pride I go where eternal snow

Has crested the mountain's brow,

And laugh at the storm, and the blackened form

Of the threatening clouds below.

Mid the lightning's flash, and the thunder's crash,

I scream for my own delight,

For I love to hear, so loud and clear,

My voice ringing out in the night.