POETRY.

From. the N. american.
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From the N. Y american.
Beautiful exceedingly IAN estimate in which
we think every lover Of good poetry will cor
dially agree.


nAYE, PRESENT EVERY WHERE
I'm wan, -sr o'er the seas,


Aud a dweIl,. n the shore.
NV voice is heard ~ the bamy breeze,
In the midnight tempcS"s roar
Ay with the eagle through the air,
walk on the earth with men;
sleep with the lioness in her lair,


With the tiger in his den.
MY tones are in the running brooks,


My breath in the perlum'd spring
1hro' the eyes of the dove my spirit looks,
In the nightingale's voice sing.
MY altar burns in the mothers breast,
With a pure, unsulicd fame,
/And spurn'd BY hate, or by love caress'd,
Etcrnally the same.
The lightning Of Heaven flash within
The soul that bends in prayer,
And melt the adamant Of sin,
Like snow i'll the summer air.
And when the moon is in the sky,


And the dew upon the grass,
And gentle sounds are floating by


AS the evening shadows pass ...
whisper tale Of passionate love


In the maiden's avertcd ear,
Till she starts away like an untam'd dove,


As if afraid to hear. Hs.
My name is LOVE, and Heaven my home'


In the armament afar,
Z Yet my spirit to Garth will sometimes oome'
NJ In the light Of lonely star.
To dwell in the laugh Of innocent mirth,
l In the purity of kiss,


The rcdeoming spirit Of all the earth,


And the Almoner OF bliss. J L..