Rustling like a summer rain, Bright and lovely Winr.ower! When her song to laughter merges, And her song hath drown'd her sighs; Down beside as fair a river Golden grains of richest thought; By the scatt'ring breezes caught: "So much worthlessness, ah me, Mingles with the good!" saith she. Yet the grain is bright to see, Therefore laughs she merrilyLaughs and sings in such sweet measure, I must join for very pleasure; While my heart keeps time with her, I will praise the Winnower! NORWAY. famous Norwegian ballad, admirably translated by EDWARD KENEALEY. NORWAY lies high in the north, Full of bears, and white with snow, Norway is a glorious land, Full of honour, and full of might, No cheats are there, no sneaking knaves, True as the steel that arms their hands. Norway is a glorious ground;~ We dream of our olden men of might, Of knight, and dame, and champion, tells; The valiant Northmen's bosom swells. Norway lies high in the north, Yet fair and fresh its roses glow; And over its green and healthy soil, Its silver brooks in beauty play, Through forest and grassy mead and dale, But it is not the beautiful only lives In th's happy land, but the wild sublime, Are there from the oldest olden time; 184 Old free Norway! hail, oh, hail! Hail in the South, and hail in the North, Our Norsemen-sons of truth and worth. JOURNEY TO CALIFORNIA. From a volume entitled Reverberations, published anonymously. Away! away! across the sea, Through forests vast and wild Savannah, Away! away! our hope burns bright, We travel through a lordly land, A land of Dream, a realm of Fairy, A marble city rises here, A golden country gleams before us, Nay! in this world of rich romance, Ah no! ah no! we may not stay, Like youth and love-then chant in chorus, “The golden country lies before us." Yes, we have left the enchanted ground O never care for idle flowers, The golden country lies before us; Leave poetry for boys, be ours The truth of life; and chant in chorus, "The golden country lies before us." We leave the sunflower with the sun, His blue and scarlet robe for ever, Ah now! ah now! the mountains rise, The golden country gleams before us, The wealthy man alone is wise, Is king of men-then chant in chorus, "The golden country lies before us." Ah stay! behold those seven small lakes, The hills-the lakes-the flowers are gone, The man is wise; and thus, in chorus, Is this your promised land? Is this Is this the sceptre that you offer? Amid red rock and desert sand, The golden country lies before us, Famine and hunger hand in hand, Behind us death, the judgment o'er us, The golden country gleams before us. We left the still pure land of dreams, Ah! this is not the world we sought, Our faith, our God, our heaven restore us- But courage! let us love the true, Ah yes! ah yes! we see it all, A golden country gleams before us, God still is God, whate'er befall, Flowers bloom below, stars radiate o'er us, There gleams a golden land before us. Above the mist, above the cloud, Above the darkness and the thunder, While storms are roaring, wild and loud, Calm shines a world of awe and wonder, And there is silence o'er the thunder. |