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Grenville Mellen.
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TO THE WHIPPORWILL.

Bird of the lone and joyless night, Whence is thy sad and solemn lay?Attendant on the pale moon s light, Why shun the gairish blaze of day?When darkness fills the dewy air, Nor sounds the song of happier bird,Alone, amid the silence there, Thy wild and plaintive note is heard.Thyself unseen, thy pensive moan Pour'd in no living comrade's ear,The forest's shaded depths alone Thy mournful melody can hear.Beside what still and secret spring, In what dark wood the livelong day,Sett'st thou with dusk and folded wing, To while the hours of light away.Sad minstrel! thou hast learn'd, like me, That life's deceitful gleam is vain;And well the lesson profits thee, Who will not trust its charm again.Thou, unbeguiled, thy plaint dost trill To listening night, when mirth is o'er:I, heedless of the warning, still Believe, to be deceived once more.

Grenville Mellen.

MOUNT WASHINGTON.

 Mount of the clouds, on whose Olympian height The tall rocks brighten in the ether air, And spirits from the skies come down at night, To chant immortal songs to freedom there!
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