POETRY.

TO MATTHEW .ARNOLD IN AME RICA.

0 POET! who bast left awhile, For larger land and sea, The narrow limits of our isle,— What gain is come to thee?

What higher dreams ? what holier mood ?

What hopes for unborn years ? What noble deeds have warmed thy blood ?

What sorrows waked thy tears ?

What heat thou seen in sea or sky ? What in the wider earth ?

What new light flashing on the eye ? What loveliness or worth ? What eestacy in dancing foam?

What wrath in roaring sea ?

We are thy brethreu,—here thy home: We look to share with thee.

Too long thy lyre untouched has lien, And thy melodious voice

Has tones that seem not truly thine:— Is this, is this thy choice ?

Al, yet consider it again!

Thy Thyrsis song of yore ;

We borrow thy lost friend's refrain, And bid thee sing once more' F. W. 1t..

Tisane cal Inver, Mnsarum docte sacerdos, Finibus angustis Insula nostra tulit: Quid, merle emensus magnas obeuntia terras, Apponis him) redditns inde domnm P Altius ale volat, fervet tibi sanetior ignis P An nova venture° Bernina messis habes ?

Quae tibi virtutes animum accendere virilem P Tristia quae lacrimas exsoluere tnas P Quid mare trajectum, servata quid astra tnlerunt ?

Quas regio terrae latior auxit opes P Quae, precor, attouitis nova lux affulsit ocellis ?

Strenuus Alcides, anrea visa Venus?

Fare, age, ba,cchanti spumae sit quanta voluptas,.

Quantum iracunclus mugiat Oceanus.

Nos etenim fratres : hie est tua debits sedes Pars tibi nobisctun consocianda lucri Longa dies,—heu! longa nimis tibi defluit aetas Consona eessanti tangere fila lyrae : Voxque canora dedit numeros aliens sonantee, Hoe seeks hand jussu—pro pudor—ausa tuo Silvestrem precor iterum meditare camenam,

Qualls erat quondam, " Caudide Thyrsi, vale r Saepe Baum puer ille " redi " miserabile fudit :

Accipe nunc, Corydon, omen, et ede mobs. H. X.