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Clung even as ivy clings; the deep spring-tide Of nature then swell’d high; and o'er her child Bending, her soul brake forth, in mingled sounds Of weeping and sad song.--" Alas !” she cried,
“ Alas, my boy! thy gentle grasp is on me,
And now fond thoughts arise,
How shall I hence depart ?
“ How the lone paths retrace, where thou wert
And I, in joyous pride,
Beholding thee so fair !
6 And, oh! the home whence thy bright smile
hath parted ? Will it not seem as if the sunny day
Turn’d from its door away, While, through its chambers wandering weary
hearted, I languish for thy voice, which past me still,
Went like a singing rill ?
“ Under the palm-trees, thou no more shalt meet
me, When from the fount at evening I return,
With the full water-urn ! Nor will thy sleep's low, dove-like murmurs, greet Is it when roses in our paths grow pale ? They have one season-all are ours to die !
Thou art where billows foam,
Thou art around us in our peaceful home,
Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest;
Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest.
Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the North-wind's breath,
And stars to set—but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O, Death!
REV. W. LISLE BOWLES.
Then shall the day-spring rise, before whose
beams The darkness of the world is past; for hark ! Seraphs, and angel-choirs with symphonies Acclaiming of ten thousand golden harps Amid the bursting clouds of heav'n reveal'd At once in glory jubilant—they sing, " GOD THE REDEEMER LIVETH! HE WHO
“ MAN'S NATURE ON HIM, AND IN HUMAN
SHROUD " VEIL'D HIS IMMORTAL GLORY! HE IS
RISEN " GOD THE REDEEMER LIVETH! AND BE
HOLD " THE FATES OF LIFE AND IMMORTALITY « OPENED TO ALL THAT BREATHE !”
O might the strains But win the world to love: meek Charity Should lift her looks and smile ; and with faint
voice The weary pilgrim of the earth exclaim, As close his eyelids, “ DEATH WHERE IS THY
66 And ye
Whom ocean's melancholy wastes divide,
THE DESTRUCTION OF BABYLON. TYRE BE NO MORE! said the Almighty's voice: But thou too, monarch of the world, whose" arm
Rent the proud bulwarks of the golden queen
The whole earth is at rest, “ They break forth into singing”—Lebanon Waves all his hoary pines, and seems to say, “ No feller now comes here :” Hell from beneath Is moved to meet thy coming; it stirs up The dead for thee; the CHIEF ONES of the earth, Tyre and the nations, they all speak and say, Art thou become like us ? thy heart brought down E'en to the dust ? the noise of viols ceased, The worm spread under thee, the crawling worm To cover thee? thou art then fallen from heaven, Son of the morning; in thy heart thou saidst, “ I will ascend to heaven, I will exalt My throne above the stars of God.”—Die-die, Blasphemer! As a carcass under foot, Defiled and trodden, so be thou cast out, And she the great, the guilty Babel-SHE Who smote the wasted cities, and the world Made as a wilderness-she in her turn Sinks to the gulf oblivious at the voice Of him who sits in judgment on her crimes ! Who, o'er her palaces and bury'd tow'rs, Shall bid the owl hoot, and the bittern scream ; And, on her pensile groves and pleasant shades, Pour the deep waters of forgetfulness.
HOGG, THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD.
A HEBREW MELODY.
Had all its honours shed,
A sickly paleness spread ;
And energy sublime,
To muse on distant time.
He saw the valleys far and wide,
But sight of joy was none;
But silence reign'd alone;
By wave and waterfall,
Deep unto deep did call.
On Kison's strand and Ephratah
The hamlets thick did lie ;
No Asherite pass'd by;
Nor sportive child was seen ;
Where dwellers once had been.
Oh! beauteous were the palaces
On Jordan wont to be,