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PEMs, by WILLIAM JAMES CoLGAN. Leavitt Trow & Co
WeGke this volume Of verses, evidently by a
youth, on two accounts; first, it is small one,
(oly liz pages J next the Poems are all short
ltpossesses at least as much merit as most initial
volumes; for its one merit of brevity cannot be
gansayed.-The following verses are fair spc-
cimen Of Mr.. Colgan's effusions:


THE LAND OF OUR HOME!


Written for Music.


The days Of the Past are around 1t;
The eye of our Life first hath found it;
Hope, Love- in their beauties have bound it
The land-oh, the land of our home
The sage and the peasant revere it;
The lips of the heart are still near it;
The kisses of Truth will endear it


The laDd-oh, the land of our home
The scene of our sweetest young dreaming,
When Fancy unclouded was beaming,
And Poesy more than seeming


The land-oh, the land of our home
Perchance in its bosom are lying


III, heirends, in whose death we were dying;
i1er Ne, words from the grave arc replying


The land-oh, the land Of our home