But now the heavens grow black with | Forgive us when we press your hand, —

"Where is the heart, the hand, the AT A DINNER TO ADMIRAL FARRAGUT.

We who behold our autumn sun below The Scorpion's sign, against the Archer's bow,

Thou in the flinty rock, the river's flow, In the thick-moted sunbeam's sifted light

Know well what parting means of Hast trained thy downward-pointed tube

friend from friend;

After the snows no freshening dews

descend,

to show

Worlds within worlds unveiled to mortal sight,

And what the frost has marred, the sun- Even as the patient watchers of the

And one has shaped a breath in artless Far o'er the stormy deep an empire lies,

rhyme

Beyond the storied islands of the blest,

That waits to see the lingering day-star rise;

The forest-cinctured Eden of the

West;

Whose queen, fair Freedom, twines her iron crest

With leaves from every wreath that

mortals wear,

But loves the sober garland ever best

That Science lends the sage's silvered

hair;

Science, who makes life's heritage more fair,

Forging for every lock its mastering

key,

Filling with life and hope the stagnant air,

Pouring the light of Heaven o'er land

and sea!

From her unsceptred realm we come to thee,

Bearing our slender tribute in our

hands;

Deem it not worthless, humble though it be,

Set by the larger gifts of older lands:

The smallest fibres weave the strongest | Who come with varied tongues, but

tions, one :

To hail thy festal morn with smiles and song;

Ah, happy they to whom the joys belong

Of peaceful triumphs that can never die Thy fame has journeyed westering with From History's record, not of gilded

the sun,

Prairies and lone sierras know thy

name

And the long day of service nobly done That crowns thy darkened evening with its flame !

wrong,

But golden truths that while the world goes by

With all its empty pageant, blazoned high

Around the Master's name forever shine!

One with the grateful world, we own thy So shines thy name illumined in the