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oems not before collected. Most Of them have
zen published in the Democratic Review ; but
ey are ali of that character in which fresh beau
,uncement that some Of the pieces in blank verse
e fragments Of longer unfinished Poem, excites
Us hope of It's completion, which we trust the
lthor will not dsappoint. We extract from the
,mme characteristic Poem, entitled


LIFE


On LIFE breathe thee in the breeze,


feel thee bounding in my veins,


see thee in these stretching trees.


These flowers, this still rock S mossy stains.
This stream Of odors flowing by


From cover-feld and cl.nps Of pine,
This music, thrilling all the sky,


From all the morning birds. are thine.
Thou flst with Joy this little one,


That lsaps and shosts beside me here,
Where Isar's cay-white riyulets run


Through the dark woods like irighted deer
All must thy mighty b'caih, that wakes
Insect and bird, and flower and tree,
From the low trodden dust, and makes


Their daily gadness, pass irem me--
Pass, pulse by pulse, till DER TIE ground


These limbs, now strong, shall creep with
And this fair world of sight and sound pam,
Seem fading into night again.
The things, oh LIFE thou quiclienest, all
Strive upwards toward the broad bright sky,
Upward aud outward, ant they fall


Back 10 Earth's bosom when they die.
All tha, hive borne the touch of death,


All that .hall live, lie mingled there,
Beneath that veil Of bloom and breath,


That living zone 'twixt Earth and air.
There le- my chamber dark and still.


The atoms tramPlad by my feet,
There wait, 10 ,ahc tnc place | tll


In the sweet air and sunshine sweet
Well, | have had my turn, have been


Raised from the darkness Of lhe ciod,
AID for glorious moment seen


The brightness OF ths ,i,irts OF God
And knew tbc ight within my breast,


Though wagering oftcntnes and dim,
The power, the viii, that never rest,


And cannot die, were all from him.
Dear child know that thou wilt grieve
TO see me taken from thy love,
Will seek my grave at Sabbath eve,


Aud weep, ana scatter flowers above.
Thy little heart will soca be healed,


And being shall be bliss, till thou
TO Younger forms of life must yield,


The place thou NILS with beauty now.
When we descend to dus, again.


Where yill the fual dwelling be,
OF Thought and all i,s memories then.


Nv love for thee. ard thine for me