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Fly on the enchanted cord in syllables!

The fabled chain connecting Earth with Heaven, -
Its links may circle the great globe itself;
And o'er its surface weave a mystic web
Of tissued wire-work, like to human nerves,
On which volition, passion, feeling fly,
Electrifying, by magnetic spells,

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All nations, and all kindreds, and all tongues,
'Till Commerce, slave no more to sordid gain,
Shall civilize and christianize a world!
Man's mind with necromantic art hath plucked
The sunbeam from his home by magic touch
To paint his visions; and, with Heaven's lightnings
Swift he pens his thoughts, or telegraphs o'er seas,
And State, and continents, his secret wish

To the wide brotherhood of human-kind!

E'en nowe'en now, the hoarse Atlantic surge
Reverberates from Mississippi's shores;
And Neptune's trident by the Sire of Floods
Is grasped'd in friendship! In the far-off East,
Lake Erie, from her iron crag, sends forth
Her greeting to the Ocean! The North!
The frozen North salutes the sunny South,
And thy blue peaks, proud Alleghany, shout
Unto the summits of the Rocky Range;
While prairie, forest, city, mountain-height,
And the sweet valley of La Belle Riviere,
Like voice of many waters, join their song!
And the dread question of God's ancient seer,
"Canst thou send lightnings that they go and come,
And say,Here, - here, we are?'"-is answer'd!

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Yet still though thy flowers.
Are withered and gone,
They will live like some hours
In memory alone.

In that hallowed shrine, only,

Sleep things we would cherish, Pure, priceless, loved, lonely, They never can perish.

Then I'll mourn ye no more,

Ye pale leaves that are shed, Though your brightness is o'er, Your perfume is not fled;

And like thine aroma

The spirit of flowers Remembrance will hover

O'er the grave of past hours.

SMILES OFT DECEIVE US.

The saddest heart oft gayest seems,

And joins the merry glee,

While breaking are its tender chords,

By griefs we cannot see.

Then trust not to a smiling face,

Or heart that merry seems,

For in that heart may sorrow be,

Though joy from out it beams.

'FRANK GREENWOOD.'

Ан, do not say the heart is light,

And free from every care,

Because the eye beams calm and bright,

And only peace is there.

Around the monumental stone

The gayest flowers may creep

The breast may wither chill and lone,
Yet smiles the brow may keep.

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Sleeps in the rolling cloud-
So sleeps within the stricken heart
The grief it most would shroud.
The sunniest smile may often glow
Where sorrows gloomiest lower-
Upon the sky will hang the bow,

Though all is shade and shower.

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