THE HASCHISH. The preacher eats, and straight appears And Heaven itself a snug plantation! The man of peace, about whose dreams The noisiest Democrat, with ease, 247 The Judge partakes, and sits ere long O, potent plant! so rare a taste Has never Turk or Gentoo gotten; BALLADS. MARY GARVIN. FROM the heart of Waumbek Methna, from the lake that never fails, Falls the Saco in the green lap of Conway's inter vales There, in wild and virgin freshness, its waters foam and flow, As when Darby Field first saw them, two hundred years ago. But, vexed in all its seaward course with bridges, dams, and mills, How changed is Saco's stream, how lost its freedom of the hills, Since travelled Jocelyn, factor Vines, and stately Champernoon Heard on its banks the gray wolf's howl, the trumpet of the loon ! With smoking axle hot with speed, with steeds of fire and steam, Wide-waked To-day leaves Yesterday behind him like a dream. Still, from the hurrying train of Life, fly backward far and fast The milestones of the fathers, the landmarks of the past. |