Be Faith our battle-shield,- Of this stern, mortal life. Star, that in heaven burns, The changeless and the true, The trembling needle turns, Star in my heaven set, Earth's lesser lights' above, My wandering heart is yet JAN. 19, 1840. LOVE'S BLIND. BY CHARLES H. PORTER. "Love's Blind," they say,—an olden rule- And they who trust him are not wise; "Love's blind," they say:-who think they find Truth here, but prove themselves are blind : If so, how could his arrows fly I thought so, till from Stella's eye It came so straight I could not flee- Then all beware :-that love's a rogue; VENETIAN MOONLIGHT. BY FREDERIC MELLEN. * THE midnight chime had tolled from Marco's towers, Muttering their prayers as through the still night crept. Far o'er the wave the knell of time was borne, The sea-boy started as the peal rolled on, The throbbing heart that late had said farewell, And thought on years of absence yet to come. 'T was moonlight on Venetia's sea, And every fragrant bower and tree Smiled in the glorious light: The thousand isles that clustered there A thousand sparkling lights were set While through the marble halls But sweeter far on Adria's sea, While sounding harp and martial zell, Then faintly ceasing-one by one, And then again that moon-light band, In one bold burst away. 169 The joyous laugh came on the breeze, The mazy dance went round; And, as in joyous ring they flew, The smiling nymphs the wild flowers threw, Soft as a summer evening's sigh, Each lovely form the eye might see, With love's own sparkling eyes: The fairy Swiss-all-all that night. The moon went down, and o'er that glowing sea, |