In her childhood's land perchance,
Where her young sisters play,
Where shines her mother's glance.

Some old sweet native sound
Her spirit haply weaves;
A harmony profound
Of woods with all their leaves:

A murmur of the sea,
A laughing tone of streams:--
Long may her sojourn be
In the music-land of dreams!

Each voice of love is there,
Each gleam of beauty fled.
Each lost one still more fair--
Oh! lightly, lightly tread!

Miss Landon has contributed more to the "Bijou" than to any other
Annual, and a piece from her distinguished pen will increase the value
and variety of our columns.


THE FEAST OF LIFE.

I bid thee to my mystic Feast,
Each one thou lovest is gathered there;
Yet put thou on a mourning robe,
And bind the cypress in thy hair.