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2. The same fond mother bent at night 
O'er eaeh fair sleeping brow; 
She had each folded flower in sight, — 
Where are those dreamers now? 
3. One, 'midst the forest of the West, 
By a dark stream is laid; 
The Indian knows his place of rest, 
Par in the eedar shade. 
4. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one; 
He lies, where pearls lie deep; 
He was tlie loved of all, yet none 
O'er his low bed may weep. 
5. One sleeps where southern vines are drest 
Above the noble slainm; 
He wrapt his colours round his breast, 
On a blood-red field of Spain. 
6. And one — o'er her the myrtle showers 
Its leaves, by soft winds fann'd; 
She faded 'midst Italian flowers, 
The last of that bright band. 
7. And parted thus, they rest, vho play'd 
Beneath the same green tree, 
Whose voices mingled as they pray'd 
Around one parent knee! 
8. They that with smiles lit up the hall, 
And cheer'd with song the hearth; — 
Alas! for love, if thou wert all, 
And nought beyond, o earth! 
5. The Rainy Day. 
Henry Longfellow. 
1. The day is eold, and dark, and dreary; 
It rains, and the wind is never weary; 
The vine still elings to the mouldering wall. 
But at every gust the dead leaves fall. 
And me day is dark and dreary