IL 1 '111 U 1 L JL .. .1 I if I ML POET RJL Silver Spring, Florida. * The SHver^fpring is situated one degree wsat of longitude five, west of Wa^jiiwton, in latitude 20. It is surrounded by a dense hamock, drooping with long jgray moss? creating in the mind of the observer the sensation of mourning rather than delight. Its banks are adorned by the intermingling of jesamine and long grass spreading its massive for many yards around > in which may*be seen, rapidly moving along the dangling forms of huge' aligators. This fountain of chrystal water is one hundred yards in diupeter, ninety feet deep where the boil issues from the earth, and^ita flow six^y yard* in width. What a store of the beautiful, the magni fieent, the sublime, are composed in so small a bound. Well might the astronomer imagine himself taking a flight in an serial car, viewing the fixed stare of the solar system, when hemSholdt the dazling spots in tho ^ottom?well might he conjecture himself recliningnon the pinions of numerous rainbows, grasping"at a multiplicity of scaly owners that infest tho dazling green sward and transparent element above. As for the remainder, I will leave it to tradition. The following ia respectfully submitted to your > readers. rFaintly upon this darksome earth, Sorno lingering hope and light are given; Seine spots where beauty, love and truth, Reveal their form and glow of heaven ! And as wo trend beneath the dust, A thousand marks, to us unknown, OAJiumon hope, and love, and trust, jLi^e ?c< d upon the billows thrown, 4|. Their quiet traces round us lie ; " uTtKe'S&rth, and sea, and sky, Hearing tne stamps upon meir orow, # OfJove,*or hate, or joy, or Woe ; Are imaged to the thoughtful eye. Some tranquil fount beneath the shade, The murmur of whose gentle wave, Hath mingled oft in times long fled, With tales of love long in the grave ! Some mouldering walls with moss o'ergrown, ' mJ$ j And ivy wreaths entwined around, Where brilliant, happy hours have flown? Whose marks and dust arc only found? [ Telling where hearts have lived and died; Long buried in time's pauseless tide; The last tree of some forrest glade, \ Where generations loved and played; The silent mound upon the plain, Showing where breathing men have been; All bring before us mem'ries strong? like shadows long and sweet, though dark? And in these scenes wc see the throng , Whose life, or death, or toils, they mark. How many eyes have fondly gazed Upon those qniet scenes above! Up to whose lights our hearts fcrc raised, . When'er their pulse o'crflows with love! How many souls with kindred glow, Have lingered at the sunset hour, . Enraptured by those hues which now Inspire our hearts and make them pure. How many beings of life who trod The earth untutored, and so perished, Hath felt, adored their unknown God, Through hopes by us still fondly cherished? 'Tin thus our spirits all unite, Throin/h love or hnn? in ?nm? hritrhi Thus in some distant realm of light, All human hearts are aura to come. Thus do the past and present meet; Thus do our souls hold converse sweet; And mingling in one living spirit, With love and truth one home inherit Nations have passed away, and left Ruins to mark where once they stood ; And pomp and power are now bereft Of thrones whose seats were bought with blood. A column lone?a crumbled wall? Temples o'ercjxne with dust and age, Are all that mark the rise and fall? The useless strength and fiery rage? Of nations that have ceased fore'er, CSn earth their dark and fierce career. "One hmBbie race before us now, * ' -Is paasing from its home on earth? Behold them, as with darkened brow, IV And saddened hearts they issue forth!