THE-TRIBUNE.
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1--WE publish with grea, pleasure the following line
bya gentleman who has written many brilliant lyrics
among which will be recollecsed his ApostIophe to tn
Ocean, commeucipg-


Likeness of Heaven!


Agent Of Power!


Man is thy victim;


Sbpwreck thy COVER
Mr. SHEA seems to be Of those retiring poets who
least aware of the merits OF his verses which pre-
duced with great rapdity from the action rich
glowing imagination; Brooklyn Evening star.
THE MOUNTAIN PINE OF SCOTLAND.
The mountain pine of Scotland it ivesh in delight
Aloft where lightning g-banners lead the thunder


clouds of night;
Not from the soil that deeply lies in the io"iano


vallies down,
Does the pine his sceptred arm extend, or i'tt MS


leafy crown.
But on his heri,ancc ofhights where the oiood'red


sunsets play,
Like meteor plumes on warrors helm at the


close of battle day,
There-there he stands the mountain king, and q


glorious king is he,
As he sees with pride every side his forest
chivalry.
Whist know they of his glery what feel they of
his pride,
Or of the loud-wheeed thunder trains that round
his empire ride
They who have never seen him soar where the
eagles vision fails,
From his native Highlsnd heather dark to wrestle
with the galeo?
"Loosed is food Of sunlight" the gloom is
changed to gold,
And the cascades of orchestral sounds their scenic
pride unfold,
And, by that lustre, deeply down, each calm ro-
mantle scene
Is vista'd off by sun-touched glades that ope to
meadows green.
Hath jail the Arab fairy realm gorylik to this
Beauty and power and fear and Joy in one ecstatc
bliss?
One glance to those eternal pines when storm
clouds are unfurled
Is far beyond the spell-buit nails of the Genii 5
spirit world.
Pine trees are in Glengary Glemorison, Glenmore,
Strathgass, Lock-Shiel, Findhorn and calm Lock-
Arkaig's shore,
And pine trees by the Dee shut out the pale moon
pensive star,
With foliage dark of Invercaud, and the spread
ing of Braemar.
But over all in pride and strength and ancientness
and power,
Stands firm Clan-Apine's banner-tree topping the
mountain tower,
Girt by his own dominions-deep rocks and cliffs
around,
Unweakened by the tempest's breath or the tor
rents wasting bound.
Then live the pine of Scotland, that dwelleth in
delight,
Up where the lightning banners lead the thunder
clouds of night
Long may its carnival of leaves be joyous in the
light,
While all look up to that kingy tree on his throne
of ancient might.