Lumine Acon dextro, capta est Leonilla sinistro; Et poterat forma vincere uterque deos, Parve puer, lumen quod habes concede sorori, Sic tu cæcus amor, sic erit illa Venus. TRANSLATION. Of his right eye young Acon was bereft; His sister Leonilla lost the left; Still each in form can rival with the gods, And, though both Cyclops, beat them by all odds. Spare her, my boy, your blinker, be not stupid, She then will be a Venus, you a Cupid. * * * * * TO ——. BY HENRY B. HIRST. I have had my days of sadness: youth, which we review in age, Spelling once again its syllables, was a blurred and blotted page. Drifting down the tide of Time my tiny barque, unguided, passed Toward the Mäelstrom of Manhood, puppet both of wave and blast. But an all-protecting Providence watched the craft, when tempest-tost On the Atlantic of Adversity; and the vessel was not lost. Through the distance, when the clouds were lifted by the eddying breeze, Sunny sapphire skies shone on me, with, beneath, Pacific seas. But the gloom came down around me, and the billows rolled and moaned, And the little laboring ark with more than human agony groaned. Shoals and sunken rocks around it,—like a frenzied steed that flies, Terror burning, like a beacon, in his wide-distended eyes,— Through this Archipelago of danger such as no one knows, Save the wanderer in a wilderness, filled with savage hungry foes— Rode the Argo of my Destiny; for what storm could overwhelm When God’s holy hand, or else His angel’s, held the fragile helm? Suddenly from the desperate darkness stole the tender, trembling light Of a luminous, blushing planet, gleaming gently on my sight. And the gloom fell down before it, and the billows knew surcease, And the horrid howling winds reclined in slumber, breathing peace. Night by night the sun descended, and I saw the moon arise, With that luminous planet near it, like a deity, in the skies. Then said I unto my spirit—“Reigning in those realms above, O, my soul, behold at last the unassuming star of love. “Like a queen she walks the infinite, saying softly, ‘Peace; be still!’ And the lion winds and waters crouch, submissive to her will.” Now in safety rides my vessel, for that luminous, blushing star Sits forever in my “House of Life,” a ruling Guardian Lar; And the haven it has entered lies encircled by a shore Green as Eden was, calm as Heaven is; and the storm is known no more. There with one whose type is Beauty, Adam-like, I dwell in dreams, Whose realities were delirium, sleeping by love’s silver streams.