THE OHIO.

THE PARTING OF SUMMER.
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THE FAfGIANO Or,

 BY MRS. HEMANs.I Thou'rt bearing hence thy roses, Glad summer. fare thee well! Thou'rt singing thy last melodies In every wood aud dell. But ere the golden sunset

 Ofthy latest lingering day, Oh tell me, Der this chequered eartn, How hast thou passed away! Brightly, sweet Summer! brightly Thine hours have floated by, T To the oyo;is birds of the woodland houghs The rangers of the sky. hnd brightly in the sorestss

 To the wild deer wand ering free; And brightly, midst the garden flowers Is the happy murmuring bees But how to human bosoms,

 With all their hopes and fears, And thoughts thatmake them eagle-Wings To pierce the unborn years Sweet Summer! to the captive Thou hast flown in burning dreams Of the woods, with all their whispering

 leaves,

 And the blue rejoicing streams;- To the wasted and the weary, On the bed of sickness bound, In swift delirious fantasies,

 That changed with every sound; To the sailor on the pillows, Tn Iongings wild and vain, For the gushing founts. and breezy hllls, And the homes of earth again. And unto me, glad Summer! How hast thou flown to me .My chainless footstep naught hath kept From thy haunts of song and glee. Thou hast flown in wayward' visions, In memories of the dead In shadows from troubled heart, Ger thy sunny pathway shed In brief snd sudden strivings, To fling weight aside Midst these thy melodies have ceased, And all thy roses died. Bat oh! thou gentle Summer! If greet thy flowers once more, Bring me again the buoyancy Wherewith my soul should soar! Give me to hail thy sunshine, With song and spirit free; Or in purer air than this

 Mar that next meeting be.