POETRY.

I KNOW THOU HAST GONE.

mn. K. mRRvEY.
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- FIT. E. HERvEE. Tknow thou hast gone 10 the house of thy rest!

 Then why shoald my soul be co sadf | know thou hast gone where Ihe weary are bleSS And the mourner looks up and ie glad! Where love has put off, in ibe land Ofits birth, The stain it had gathered in this: And hore the sweet singer that gladden. me earans

 Lies asleep on the bosom of bliss. TknOw thou hasi gone where thy forehead is starrd With the beauty that dwell in thy soul, Where the light of thy l0veIiaess canaot be WaTr'd,

 Nor thy heart be flung back from iis goal know thou hast drunk of the Lehe that 1Dws

 Through the land where they do not tcrge'' That sheds over memory only repOse1

 And takes from it only regret Tn the far away dwelling, wherever t be,

 | believe ihou hast visions of mine; And the love that made all thngs music to me, yet have nor learnt to resigO:- In the hush of the night in the waste Of the sea,

 Or alone with the breeze on the nil" I have ever presence that whispers Ut thee,

 And my spirit lies down nj is still! My eye must be dark, that so long baa bsen dim, Ere again ii may ga2e upon rhine, But my heart has reyealings of thee andtty home,

 In many iakeFaad sign: never .lnok up witt, vow to the sky,

 But light like thy beaHty is there, And hear low mnrmHr Ike thine in reply,

 When pour out my spirit in prayer. And though, like mourner that sits by tomb, II am wrapp'd in Il mantle of care; Yet inc grief of my hosom--ol, call il not gio0ms

 To not ihe black grief of despair. By sorrow reveal'd, as tie stars are hy night,

 Far of a bright vision appears, And hope, like the rainbow, creature of light,

 Ia iiorn--kc the ranbow--in tears.