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And the startled deer to their coverts flew,

And the spray of the lake as a fountain's dew.

'Tis fallen! but think thou not I weep
For the forest's pride o'erthrown ;
An old man's tears lie far too deep
To be poured for this alone!

But by that sign too well I know,
That a youthful head must soon be low !

A youthful head, with its shining hair,
And its bright quick-flashing eye-
Well may I weep! for the boy is fair,
Too fair a thing to die!

But on his brow the mark is set

Oh! could my life redeem him yet!

He bounded by me as I gazed

Alone on the fatal sign,

And it seemed like sunshine when he raised

His joyous glance to mine!

With a stag's fleet step he bounded by,

So full of life-but he must not die !

He must, he must! in that deep dell,

By that dark water's side,

'Tis known that ne'er a proud tree fell,
But an heir of his father died ;
And he there's laughter in his eye,
Joy in his voice-yet he must die!

I've borne him in these arms, that now
Are nerveless and unstrung;

And must I see on that fair brow,
The dust untimely flung?

I must!-yon green oak, branch and crest,
Lies floating on the dark lake's breast!

The noble boy!-how proudly sprung

The falcon from his hand!

It seemed like youth to see him young,

A flower in his father's land!

But the hour of the knell and the dirge is nigh,

For the tree hath fallen, and the flower must die.

Say not 'tis vain !-I tell thee, some
Are warned by a meteor's light,
Or a pale bird flitting calls them home,
Or a voice on the winds by night;
And they must go!-and he too, he-
Woe for the fall of the glorious tree!

Mrs Hemans.

THE DEATH OF ELLA.

On Ella's cheek the rose was seen,
The tint was pure, the hue serene ;
A while it bloomed, in beauty rare,
But transient was its dwelling there.
Bright was her eye of heavenly blue,
Her lips like rubies dipped in dew;
And sweetest melodies there hung,
On the soft accents of her tongue.

But soon the storm began to lower,
It struck the stem that held the flower,
Her lover-she drooped her head

In sorrow, o'er his lowly bed,

And fading, like her cheek's soft bloom,

Sank like a lily to the tomb!

Still will the tears soft pity gave,

Refresh the flowers that deck her grave!

Anon.

THE LAST MAN.

All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom,
The sun himself must die,

Before this mortal shall assume
Its immortality!

I saw a vision in my sleep,

That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of time!

I saw the last of human mould,

That shall creation's death behold,
As Adam saw her prime!

The sun's eye had a sickly glare,
The earth with age was wan,

The skeletons of nations were

Around that lonely man!

Some had expired in fight,-the brands

Still rusted in their bony hands;

In plague and famine some!

Earth's cities had no sound nor tread'; And ships were drifting with the dead

To shores where all was dumb!

Yet, prophet like, that lone one stood,

With dauntless words and high,

That shook the sere leaves from the wood As if a storm passed by,

Saying, we are twins in death, proud sun, Thy face is cold, thy race is run,

'Tis mercy bids thee go;

For thou ten thousand thousand years
Hast seen the tide of human tears,
That shall no longer flow.

What though beneath thee man put forth His pomp, his pride, his skill;

And arts that made fire, flood and earth The vassals of his will;

Yet mourn I not thy parted sway,

Thou dim discrowned king of day:

For all those trophied arts

And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, Healed not a passion or a pang

Entailed on human hearts.

Go, let oblivion's curtain fall

Upon the stage of men,

Nor with thy rising beams recall

Life's tragedy again.

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