For The Tribune.
THOUGHTS OF A DAY in JUNE.
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Ills the breath Of June-ihs summer prime


Sits bland DER Nature in her green array;


This balmy south hath kiss'd a SUMNER cline.


And gather fragrance on its trackless way.


Leaping with JOY the cniver,e is gay.


From lewiy vale TO the haught mountains top,


Teens With feather, life each gladsome s7ras,
And 70 the purling stream the willows dToop-
While glances from the landscape far the sun Oh hope


It's the sky of June, and sheen and shower


Y;lune and daYken-Natures smiles and tears;


Thee skies smile of and when they lower,


,T;s like the frowD the brow OF Beatty wears,


when sadness struggling with JOY appears,


Rr;chanpp tie victory Joy at length will bring


s.monrnipe the returrless fight Of years,


Tb.se latest tear-drops Sheds departing Spring,


While oer sway relinqushed waves her folding wing
Il, is the glory and The pride of June


The loYeliness OF Summers dark deep green;


Abroad 10 Sabbath stiffness sleeps the noon,


sohening into the mellow hues ofe'en.


while, cleaning lawn and woodland far between,


The Housatonie rolls 10 meet the sea.


An angels finger sure hath touched the scene


o that the Joy that now is still might be,


Unchanged and glorious as this eternity!


Summer! there sheuldbe rapture in our views,


To zee what heavenly joyousness Is thRe:


The heart should mirror all thy matchless hues,


And kindled feeling prompt the glowing line.


were this galaday Of Nature mine!


Bat sh the heart, thy beauties cannot calm,


Sees but an endless winter where they shine.


The Poets laurel, and the Victsr's palm


MAY never soothe the wound for which joy hah no balm
strekbridge, Nas,.


The POETRY OF LirE.-The age has soul and
the true poet has its mission to speak to it, and
such an one shall never lack hearers. His voice
sounds to the initiated-to the elect; and they, in
this busy generation, are all the active and hon.
orabe, ali who are true children of the age; who,
while the long sleep is not yet fallen on them,
would fain be up and doing,-aye, up and doing
good; and something great, if psssible-but let
it be good first. What they would highly, that
they would holly; and, unlike Macbeth, not only
would not play false, but would not wrongly win.
These are the children of the spirit of the age
rhe sharers of that spirit which, like little leaven,
is now leayenng this vast lump of world. These
are they to whom Longfellow speaks, and let us
hear him. We may imagine strange and i'm
probable changes in times to come, but does any
BODY believe that such words as these shall be
lost -


aLifc Is real, life is earnest.


And the grave is not its gsal;


Bust thou art, to dust returnest


Was not spoken Of the soul.


Not enjoyment and not sorrow,


IL cur destined end or way;


But 10 act that each tomorrow


Find US farther than to-day"
Sir Philip Sidney said, the old ballad Of Chevy
Chace made his heart leap at the sound OF a
trumpet Sir Philip was warrior: his taste is
in measure lost, and SO is the force OF his COM
parison. Blow a trumpet in Pearl-street, or on
,Change, and you shall see what you shall see: 1t
will stir as many hearts hurdy- gurdy and no
more. But pick me out one of those plain citi-
zens, and put me ,ouchstone to his soul; fol-
low him to his counting-house and to his desk
come behind him, and try him unawares with a
criterion: he has no sympathy with war-borse;
bat has he therefore none with man, none with
nature, none with futurity? His coat is thread
bare, perhaps his air negligent, or even common; :;
he passes half his life in obscure labors the
other half, unseen and unheard-of, at his domestic
hearth. He has no ambition, you say-no SUBJ
lime longings nor high aspirations. Bnt read
ahese verses in his ear, and he will answer you
like Isabel:


"Thers spoke my brother, here my fathers grave


Did utter forth voice."


F or this man, who appears 80 simple and humble,
is, nevertheless possessed with deep and high as
pratiens so deep as to be out Of the ken of gene
raj observation, and so high as to look above the
appreciation of man for its reward He has re-
ceiyed from his parents precious inheritance OF
good principles: it has been wrought into his
early education, and made the stuff of his earliest
thoughts: it has become chronic and constitutional
in him, and his hope is to transmit 1t to his chill
dren, and perpe,uate it with increase in the world
In this design every morrow finds him farther adj
vanced than to-day.-in this track the footsteps he
leaves are rermspent Castles and walled cities,
palaces and temples of false gods, shall pass
away; but the eternal pyramids Of virtue shall re-
main and He that seeth in secret shall reward
ahe builders openly.


If we consider for moment, we shall see that
there is no perennial work bur ,hs--no other la
boring for Immortality. The highest and nobest
occupation for human energy is open to us all the
only one whose effects survive and increase while
every thing alse human decays. We cavll at
human nature; we talk of the increase OF crime,
of the general tendency to corruption, and We
shut our eyes to the mighty truth that so far as
history can be interpreted, every great vice and
crime diminishes, every virtue is more and more
diffused and cherished. Religious persecution,
war, tyranny, slavery, and intemperance, are put
under the ban Of the civilized world, and the whole
world now mus. eventually, inevitably be civilized.
Wisdom accumulstes where fathers teach and
children learn; true wisdom is virtue, and
thus civilization is transmitted. How far 1t is
from its perfection yet; how liable to cayil, to
misapprehenson how everlaid with hypocrisy,
and beset with false friends and open enemies, we
know,-bu. the gates of hell shall not prevail
against it. Each rising generation will choose
more good, and reject more evil; for God so forms
the minds Of children that, though the good seed
thrown into them may be choked, it never dies.
And there is in this community vast mass Of
men who never sheorized upon this matter, nor
put it into shape in their own thoughts, yet who
do effectively believe this principle, and who act
on s in their unseen lives with true vocation to
great but anonymou. Immortality.


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