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For all God ever gave to her
She kept with chary care.

She kept with care her beauties rare
From lovers warm and true,

For her heart was cold to all but gold,
And the rich came not to woo

But honored well are charms to sell
If priests the selling do.

Now walking there was one more fair

A slight girl, lily pale;

And she had unseen company

To make the spirit quail:

'Twixt Want and Scorn she walked forlorn, And nothing could avail.

No mercy now can clear her brow

For this world's peace to pray;

For, as love's wild prayer dissolved in air,
Her woman's heart gave way!-
But the sin forgiven by Christ in heaven
By man is cursed alway!

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CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN

MONTEREY

We were not many we who stood
Before the iron sleet that day-

Yet many a gallant spirit would
Give half his years if he then could
Have been with us at Monterey.

Now here, now there, the shot it hailed
In deadly drifts of fiery spray,

Yet not a single soldier quailed

When wounded comrades round them wailed
Their dying shout at Monterey.

And on

still on our column kept

Through walls of flame its withering way;
Where fell the dead, the living stept,
Still charging on the guns which swept
The slippery streets of Monterey.

The foe himself recoiled aghast,

When, striking where he strongest lay, We swooped his flanking batteries past, And braving full their murderous blast, Stormed home the towers of Monterey.

Our banners on those turrets wave,

And there our evening bugles play; Where orange boughs above their grave Keep green the memory of the brave Who fought and fell at Monterey.

We are not many we who pressed
Beside the brave who fell that day;
But who of us has not confessed
He'd rather share their warrior rest,

Than not have been at Monterey?

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WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS

SONG IN MARCH

Now are the winds about us in their glee,
Tossing the slender tree;

Б Whirling the sands about his furious car,

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March cometh from afar;

Breaks the sealed magic of old Winter's dreams,
And rends his glassy streams;

Chafing with potent airs, he fiercely takes

Their fetters from the lakes,

And, with a power by Queenly Spring supplied,
Wakens the slumbering tide.

With a wild love he seeks young Summer's charms
And clasps her to his arms;

Lifting his shield between, he drives away

Old Winter from his prey;

The ancient tyrant whom he boldly braves,

Goes howling to his caves;

And, to his northern realm compelled to fly,

Yields up the victory;

Melted are all his bands, o'erthrown nis towers,
And March comes bringing flowers.

EPES SARGENT

A LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE

A life on the ocean wave,

A home on the rolling deep,

Where the scattered waters rave,

And the winds their vigils keep!