Jam suaves somnos Tholus affectare Theatri Cœperat, igniflui trans laqueare poli: Alectûs consanguineam quo tempore Erinnyn, Suave soporatam, coepit adire quies. Lustra sed ecce labans claudo pede Lemnia linquit Luridus (at lente lugubriterque) Deus: Amisit veteres, amisit inultus, amores; Teter habet Venerem terribilisque Cyclops. Electri nebulas, potioraque somnia vero; Quotque placent pueris gaudia, quotque joci; Omnia tristiæ fas concessisse superbæ: Admissum Pietas scitque premitque nefas. Respice! Nonne vides ut Erostratus alter ad ædem Rursus agat flammas, spreta Diana, tuam? Mox, Acheronteis quas Parca eduxit ab antris, Druriacam nubes corripuere domum. O ubi purpurei motus pueri alitis? o qui Me mihi turbineis surripis, angor, aquis! Duc, labyrintheum, duc me, mare, tramite recto Quo rapidi fontes, pigra caterva, ruunt! Jamque—soporat enim pectus Vindicta Virago; Omnibus a venis sanguinis unda salit; Gorgoneique greges præceps (adverte!) feruntur— Sim, precor, o! semper sim tibi junctus ego. “LEAVES HAVE THEIR TIME TO FALL.” FELICIA HEMANS. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the North-wind’s breath, And stars to set: but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death! Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings at the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer, But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth! The banquet has its hour, The feverish hour of mirth and song and wine: There comes a day for grief’s overwhelming shower, A time for softer tears: but all are thine. Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay, And smile at thee!—but thou art not of those That wait the ripen’d bloom to seize their prey! “FRONDES EST UBI DECIDANT.” FRONDES est ubi decidant, Marcescantque rosæ flatu Aquilonio: Horis astra cadunt suis; Sed, Mors, cuncta tibi tempera vindicas. Curis nata virûm dies; Vesper colloquiis dulcibus ad focum; Somnis nox magis, et preci: Sed nil, Terrigenum maxima, non tibi. Festis hora epulis datur, (Fervens hora jocis, carminibus, mero;) Fusis altera lacrymis Aut fletu tacito: quæque tamen tua. Virgo, seu rosa pullulans, Tantum quippe nitent ut nequeant mori? Rident te? Neque enim soles Prædæ parcere, dum flos adoleverit. “LET US TURN HITHERWARD OUR BARK.” R. C. TRENCH. “LET us turn hitherward our bark,” they cried, “And, ’mid the blisses of this happy isle, Past toil forgetting and to come, abide In joyfulness awhile. And then, refreshed, our tasks resume again, If other tasks we yet are bound unto, Combing the hoary tresses of the main With sharp swift keel anew.”