TO THE WEST. Mountains, that pierce the bending sky, Charms such as were her gift when the gray world was young! Thy yet unwritten annals hold Of many a daring deed the story! Man's might of arm hath here been tried, Her only child-her son! her son! Which ends in now a shriek, and now a deep death-groan! Land of the West!-green forest-land! Thine early day for deeds is famed Which in historic page shall stand Of men who ne'er their lineage shamed: Who neither spared nor lavished blood- Fleet in the race, firm in the field, The men of Daniel Boone! Their dwelling place the "good green-wood;" 179 The murmuring and majestic flood, Other than fitting root, or stone, With the scant wood-moss overgrown. Of Time, and sinking, one by one; Peace unto those that sleep beneath us! All honor to the few that yet do linger with us! Fades in the flight of hurrying Time; Thy noble forests fall, as sweep Europa's myriads o'er the deep; And thy broad plains, with welcome warm, Receive the onward-pressing swarm: On mountain height, in lowly vale, And proud oppression's minions spurn; With nerves of steel, and words of flame, To strike and sear the wretch who'd bring our land to shame! There's not a fairer, lovelier clime; A destiny more high, sublime. From Alleghany's base, to where The home of Freedom's hearts is there, THE FALLEN LEAVES. Be rent with fierce intestine feud, And quenched are all the stars that now her banners stud! 183 THE FALLEN LEAVES. NORTON. The first stanza should be spoken in a fresh, joyous, light tone; the second in a rich, melodious, fuller voice; the third in a more manly set accent; the last in faint, faltering tones: We stand among the fallen leaves, Right merrily we hunt them down, Nor pause to gaze where snow-drifts lie, With dancing feet we leap along Where withered boughs are strown, We stand among the fallen leaves We tread with steps of conscious strength Beneath the leafless trees, And the color kindles in our cheek While, gazing towards the cold gray sky,' We wish the old year all past by, We stand among the fallen leaves How many a year hath pass'd |