POETRY.

BURIAL AT SEA.
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BY s. G. GOODRICH. The shore hath blent with the distant skies, Der the bend of the crescent seas, And the gallant ship an her pathway flies, On the sweep Ofthe freshencd breeze. Oh! swift he thy flight, for dying guest Thou bearest o'er the pillow, And she fondIy sighs in her own blue West, To find a peaceful pillow. 'Tis vain-or her pulse is silent now, Her lip hath lost its breath, And a staange, sad beauty of the brow, Speaks the cold stroke of death. The ship heaves to, and the funeral rite Der the lovely form is said, And the rough mans cheek with tears is bright, As he lowers the gentle dead. The corse floats down alone-alone, To its dark and dreary grave, And the soul on frightened wing hath flown, To the world beyond the wave. 'Tisa fearful thing in the sea to sleep, Alone in a silent bed, 7Tisa fearful thing on the shoreless deep Ofa spirit world to tread. Bu, the sea hath rest in its twilight caves, To the weary pilgrim given, And the soul is blest on the peaceful waves Ofthe star lit deep of heaven.

  The ship again oer tine wide blue surge Like winged arrow flies, And the moan of the ssa is the only drge Where the lonely sleeper lies.

 WINTER. 'Twas not when early flowers were springing,

 When skies were sheen,

 And wheat was green, And birds of love were singing, That first loved thee, or that thou Didst fiji st the tender claim allow. For when the silent woods had faded,

 From green to yellow

 When fields were fallow, And the chang'd skies o'ershaded, My love might then have shared decay, :Or passed, with summer songs, away. 'Twas winter-cares and clouds were round m

 Instead of flowers,

 And sunny hours,

 When love unguarded found me, Mid wintry scenes my passion grew, And wntry cares have proved it true. Dear are the hours ofsummer weather,

 When all is bright.

 And hearts are light,

 And Love and Nature join together:- But stars from night their lustre borrow, And hearts are closer twined by sorrow.