Whether my heart with hope or sorrow tremble,
Thou sympathized still; wild and unquiet,
I fling me down; thy ripple, like a river,
Flows valley-ward, where calmness is, and by it
My heart is floated down into the land of quiet.
J. R. Lowell.
THE HEMLOCK-TREE.
FROM THE GERMAN.
O hemlock-tree! O hemlock-tree! how faithful are thy branches!
Green not alone in summer time,