While strangers wonder o'er thy unpeopled walls! Where the mind rots congenial with the abyss, This this shall be a consecrated spot! But thou-when all that birth and beauty throws Yes, To be entwined for ever-but too late! HEBREW MELODIES. SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY. SHE walks in beauty, like the night One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! |