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And when the shout

Of mailed men is soaring through the sky With crash of armor, and the redoubled cry Of battle rout,

I'll think on thee;

Thy name shall be my war-cry, and its swell Shall sound the death-note of the infidel· The watchword of the free.

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It is the trumpet's parting call - I come!
Pray for thy lover, and for Christendom.
Farewell! Farewell!

William Belcher Glazier.


Fall thickly on the rose-bud,

Oh! faintly falling snow!

For she is gone who trained its branch, And wooed its bud to blow.

Cover the well-known pathway,
Oh, damp December snow!
Her step no longer lingers there
When stars begin to glow.

Melt in the rapid river,

Oh, cold and cheerless snow! She sees no more its sudden wave, Nor hears its foaming flow.

Chill every song-bird's music,
Oh, silent, sullen snow!
I cannot hear her loving voice,
That lulled me long ago.

Sleep on the earth's broad bosom,
Oh, weary, winter snow!

Its fragrant flowers, and blithesome birds
Should with its loved one go.



WILLIAM B. GLAZIER is a native of the city of Hallowell, and a son of Franklin Glazier, Esq., who was for many years a member of the old and well known firm of Glazier, Masters & Smith, booksellers and publishers. He was born on the twenty-ninth day of June, 1827. His early years were mostly spent in his native town, where he prepared himself to enter Harvard University, which he did in 1843, and on graduating, in 1847, returned to Hallowell, and soon after read law in the office of H. W. Paine, Esq., who was in practice there at that time. On being admitted to the bar, in 1850, he commenced practice at Newcastle, in this State, where he remained three years, when he again returned to his native city, and still resides there, in the practice of his profession. Mr. Glazier is still an unmarried man, owing to which his poetry is tinged too much with love-yearnings, although they are beautifully interwoven into many of his poems. He possesses an originality of thought, a beautiful and graceful expression, that but very few of our younger poets excel. He is acquiring a high reputation, and daily advancing towards the goal of popularity, and the temple of fame, where Poesy, with gentle hand, bestows rewards upon her favorite children. In 1853, he published a small volume of poems that met with a very flattering reception; many of the poems included in this volume, first appeared in the "Knickerbocker Magazine," of which Mr. Glazier is a highly esteemed contributor. In making our selections from his poems we have been obliged to take such as we could find in the various magazines and journals to which he is a contributor, and we have endeavored to do him justice. Had we have possessed a volume of his "Poems," we could have doubtless selected many of more merit than those here included. He has delivered poems on several occasions


before different Societies, and we have heard them highly spoken of by gentlemen of acknowledged talent. The poem before the Literary Societies of Bowdoin College, at the Commencement, in August last, was delivered by him, and is said to be his master-piece. The following beautiful lyric was introduced into the poem, and received with much applause. It bears the imprint of his peculiar gracefulness and beauty of expression. It may be well to remark that this little gem is not a mere creation of fancy, but came from the Poet's heart, the same as did that beautiful song, 'O, No, We Never Mention Her," from the heart of the English poet, Haynes Bayley. The circumstances attending the composition of them both, are similar.

Oh! Summer Sea, thy murmuring waves are singing,
A song of sweetness in my listening ear,
Youth, Love and Hope, that lulling strain is bringing
Back to my heart in forms distinct and dear;
Again the glorious visions of Life's morning
Rise on my sight, and make the darkness flee,
Again upon thy shores, at daylight's dawning,
I walk with one beloved, oh, Summer Sea.

Your soft waves kiss her feet and love to linger
Upon the sand where her light steps have stray'd,
Now in thy tide she dips her snowy finger,

And now I feel it on my forehead laid;

'I sign thee with a sign' she softly murmurs,

And turns her blushing face away from me,
'Thou shalt be happy, love, through many summers,
'And I will love thee, hear me, Summer Sea!"

Thon heard'st the vow, oh, gentle Sea of Summer!
Thou heard'st it, laughing in the morning ray,
Thou knewest well that Love, the earliest comer,
Is very prone to make the shortest stay;
The sign dried up beneath the rays of morning,
The vow found wings as fast and far to flee,
Now, I prefer my sleep at daylight's dawning,
To wandering on thy shores, oh, Summer Sea!

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