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And how felt he, the wretched man
And hope and feeling, which had slept
Fresh o'er him, and he wept-- he wept !
Blest tears of soul-felt penitence,
In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense
Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.
• There is a drop,' said the Peri, that down from
Falls through the withering airs of June
That drop descends, contagion dies,
The precious tears of repentance fall!
One heavenly drop hath dispelled them all!' And now behold him kneeling there, By the child's side in humble prayer, While the same sun-beam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through heaven, The triumph of a soul forgiven !
'Twas when the golden orb had set,
Joy, joy, for ever ! my task is doneThe gates are passed, and heaven is won ! Oh! am I not happy? I am, I am
To thee, sweet Eden ! how dark and sad Are the diamond turrets of Shadukiam,
And the fragrant bowers of Amberabad !
Farewell, ye odours of earth, that die,
Farewell, ye vanishing flowers, that shone
In my fairy wreath, so bright and brief, Oh! what are tbe brightest that e'er have blown, To the lota tree, springing by Alla's throne, Whose flowers have a soul in
leaf ! Joy, joy, for ever! my task is doneThe gates are passed, and heaven is won!'
Moore. THE BETROTHED!"
Behold a meeting scene Of early love, and then infer its worth. It was an eve of Autumn's holiest mood; The corn fields, bathed in Cynthia's silver light, Stood ready for the reaper's gathering hand; And all the winds slept soundly; nature seemed, In silent contemplation, to adore Its Maker: now and then the aged leaf Fell from its fellows, rustling to the ground ; And, as it fell, bade man think on his end. On vale and lake, on wood and mountain high, With pensive wing outspread, sat heavenly thought Conversing with itself: Vesper looked forth From out her western hermitage, and smiled; And
the east unclouded rode the Moon
Her prayer nightly offered, nightly heard. This ancient thorn had been the meeting place Of love, before his country's voice had called The ardent youth to fields of honour far Beyond the wave. And hither now repaired, Nightly, the maid, by God's all-seeing eye Seen only, while she sought this boon alone :Her lover's safety, and his quick return. In holy, humble attitude she kneeled ; And to her bosom, fair as moon-beam, pressed One hand, the other lifted up to Heaven ; Her eyes upturned, bright as the star of morn, As violet meek, excessive ardour streamed, Wafting away her earnest heart to God. Her voice scarce uttered ; soft as zephyr sighs On morning lily's cheek; tho' soft and lowYet heard in heaven, heard at the merey-seat. A tear-drop wandered on her lovely face; It was a tear of faith, and holy fear, Pure as the drops that hang at dawning-time, On yonder willows by the stream of life. On her the moon looked stedfastly; the stars, That circle nightly round the eternal throne, Glanced down, well pleased; and everlasting love Gave gracious audience to her prayer
sincere. O had her lover seen her thus alone,