Was as a rhymer ere the poet come: But now, O rapture! sunshine-winged and voiced,

Pipe blown through by the warm wild breath of the West, Shepherding his soft droves of fleecy cloud,

Gladness of woods, skies, waters all in one,

The bobolink has come, and, like the soul

Of the sweet season vocal in a bird, Gurgles in ecstasy we know not what, Save June! Dear June! Now God be praised for June.

AUF WIEDERSEHEN.
THE little gate was reached at last,

Half hid in lilacs down the lane; She pushed it wide, and, as she past, A wistful look she backward cast,

And said,-"Auf wiedersehen!” With hand on latch, a vision white Lingered reluctant, and again Half doubting if she did aright, Soft as the dews that fell that night, She said, "Auf wiedersehen!"

The lamp's clear gleam flits up the stair;

I linger in delicious pain; Ah, in that chamber, whose rich air To breathe in thought I scarcely dare,

Thinks she,-"Auf wiedersehen!"

'Tis thirteen years; once more I

A great white avalanche of thunder, A grinding, blinding, deafening ire Monadnock might have trembled under;

And the island, whose rock-roots pierce below

To where they are warmed with the central fire,

You could feel its granite fibres racked,

As it seemed to plunge with a shudder and thrill

Right at the breast of the swooping hill,

And to rise again snorting a cataract

With hands of wavering spray outspread,

Groping after the little tower,
That seems to shrink and shorten
and cower,

ledge,

While the sea drew its breath in hoarse and deep,

And the next vast breaker curled its edge,

Gathering itself for a mightier leap.

North, east, and south there are reefs and breakers

You would never dream of in smooth weather,

That toss and gore the sea for acres, Bellowing and gnashing and snarl

ing together; Look northward, where Duck Island lies.

And over its crown you will see arise, Against a background of slaty skies, A row of pillars still and white, That glimmer, and then are out of sight,

As if the moon should suddenly kiss, While you crossed the gusty desert by night,

The long colonnades of Persepolis; Look southward for White Island light,

drop,

And silently and fruitlessly
He sinks again into the sea.

You, meanwhile, where drenched you stand,

Awaken once more to the rush and

roar,

And on the rock-point tighten your hand,

As you turn and see a valley deep,

That was not there a moment be

fore, Suck rattling down between you and a heap [fall Of toppling billow, whose instant Must sink the whole island once

for all;

Or watch the silenter, stealthier seas Feeling their way to you more and

more;

If they once should clutch you high as the knees,

They would whirl you down like a
sprig of kelp,
Beyond all reach of hope or help;-
And such in a storm is Appledore.

ABIDE WITH ME.

ABIDE with me! fast falls the eventide;

The darkness deepens; Lord, with

me abide!

Thou on my head in early youth didst smile;

And, though rebellious and perverse Thou hast not left me, oft as I left meanwhile,

Thee.

forts flee,

me!