FOR CHILDREN. 207

High on seven hills is seen to shine
The second Rome of Constantine.
Beneath her feet, with graceful pride,
Propontis! spreads his ample tide ;
His fertile banks profusely pour

Of luscious fruits a varied store ;
Rich with a thousand glittering dyes,
His flood a finny shoal supplies ;
While crowding sails on rapid wing
The rifled south’s bright treasures bring.
With crescents gleaming to the skies,
Mosques and minarets* arise ;
Mounted on whose topmost wall,
The turban’d priests to worship call.
The mournful cypress rises round,
Tapering from the burial-ground ;
Olympus, ever capped with snow,
Crowns the busy scene below.

Atkin,

SONG OF THE NORTH WIND.

1 am here trom the north, the frozen north,
‘Tis a thousand leagues away ;

And I left, as I came from my cavern forth,
The streaming lights? at play.

1 Propentis—the Sea of Marmora.
? Minarets—high, slender turrets,

* The streaming lights—the northern lights, or auroru
borealis,