_All that's bright must fade_.

All that's bright must fade-- The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

_Farewell! But whenever you welcome the hour_.

You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

REGINALD HEBER.

1783-1826.

_Christman Hymn_.

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid.

_Missionary Hymn_.

From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand.

_Palestine_.

No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; Like some tall palm, the mystic fabric sprung.

Majestic silence!

JONATHAN M. SEWALL.

_Epilogue to Cato_.

_Written for the Bow Street Theatre, Portsmouth_, N. H., 1778.

No pent-up Utica contracts your powers, But the whole boundless continent is yours.

SAMUEL WOODWORTH.

1785-1842.

The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.

LORD BYRON.

1788-1821.

_Childe Harold_.

Canto i. St. 9.

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair.

Canto ii. St. 2.

A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.

Stanza 6.

The dome of Thought, the palace of the soul.

Stanza 23.

Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy?