Work away! For the Leader's eye is on us, Night and day! Wild the trackless prairies round us, Smile the soft savannahs green, Bring your axes, woodmen true; Of heaven's sunny eye looks through O'er the torrents fling your bridges, Widen, smooth the rocky stair- Night and day! Pray! and work will be completer; Fear not, lest the busy finger Live in future as in present; Work away! THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, No nightingale did ever chant A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard Will no one tell me what she sings ?— Or is it some more humble lay, Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again! Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang ON LENDING A PUNCH-BOWL. THIS ancient silver bowl of mine, it tells of good old times, Of joyous days, and jolly nights, and merry Christmas chimes; They were a free and jovial race, but honest, brave and true That dipped their ladle in the punch, when this old bowl was new. A Spanish galleon brought the bar,-so runs the ancient tale, 'Twas hammered by an Antwerp smith, whose arm was like a flail; And now and then between the strokes, for fear his strength should fail, He wiped his brow, and quaffed a cup of good old Flemish ale. 'Twas purchased by an English squire, to please his loving dame, Who saw the cherubs, and conceived a longing for the same; And oft, as on the ancient stock, another twig was found, 'Twas filled with caudle, spiced and hot, and handed smoking round. But changing hands, it reached at. length a puritan divine Who used to follow Timothy, and take a little wine, But hated punch and prelacy; and so it was, per haps, He went to Leyden where he found conventicles and schnaps. And then, of course you know what's next,-it left the Dutchman's shore, With those that in the Mayflower came,-a hundred souls and more,— Along with all the furniture to fill their new abodes,To judge by what is still on hand, at least a hundred loads. 'Twas on a dreary winter's eve, the night was closing dim, When old Miles Standish took the bowl and filled it to the brim; |