THE FERRY OF DEATH.

When o'er death's ferry youth departs,
Upbraid not his reluctant moan;
Think of the loved and loving hearts
He leaves, to cross the gulf alone.
But when life's sun is low i' the west,
Calmly we may our turn abide,
For most of those we love the best
Are shining on the other side.

THE FORGE AND THE SUNSET.

The sunset pales along the height,
The smithy flashes free below,
And ever in the thickening light
The forge emits a lustier glow.
As Faith declines, with grosser flame
Earth's passion thus our being fills;
And Heaven becomes a fading name,
A glimmer o'er death's shadowy hills.