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His head upon a stone reclined,
And as he poured his parting breath, Methought the living spark enshrined,
Was triumphing in death..
A few faint beams of living light
Were struggling through the grated bar; Illumining the path of night,
And pointing to his home afar : Awhile he ceased, and on his cheek,
There stood a hue of heavenly birth; And if a voiceless thing can speak,
It said dissolve thou earth!'
And then his eye grew proudly bright,
And glory stamped his pallid brow;
Now Father, for the chariot, now,-
My Father's house-my spirit's dome-Burst, burst your bonds the soul is freed,
Rise to your Eden home!'
The mist is on the mountain,
The dew is on the flower,
Now deeper down doth lower!
Assumes a browner hue ;
Is fading from my view. .
The stars are in the heaven sown,
And like to angels' eyes,
As pitying my sighs ;
Our favourite bower and me;
My Lady-love, for thee?
Our trysted hour long since hath rung
From every neighbouring tower;
To hail the twilight hour ;
Why tarries she so late?
Is nestled with his mate
A step is on the yielding grass,
Light as the morning dew;
Rise brighter to the view;
With fleetest, foot to me,
William Anderson, THE PAINS OF SLEEP.
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended knees; But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to love compose, In humble trust my eye-lids close With reverential resignation, No wish conceived, no thought expressed ! Only a sense of supplication, A sense o'er all my soul imprest That I am weak, yet not unblest, Since in me, round me, every where; Eternal strength and wisdom are.
But yester-night I prayed aloud,
Thirst of revenge, the powerless will
Fantastic passions ! maddening brawl !
So two nights passed : the night's dismay