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Queen of fragrance, lovely rose,
Thou, beauteous flow'r, a welcome guest, Shalt flourish on the fair-one's breast,
Shalt grace her hand or deck her hair,
But thou, fair nymph, thyself survey
Time must indent that heav'nly brow,
This moral to the fair disclose,
THE DEATH OF JAÏRUS' DAUGHTER.
Borne on that sigh, her gentle spirit rose, Buoyant through yon blue concave; and shook off (Half angel, ere it filed) its beauteous clay, To its bright home by sister-seraphs led And by glad myriads of the sainted just, Greeted with hymns of triumph. So the lark, Late in some sunless cottage-nook confin'd
The toy of froward youth, if chance throw wide
The anchor's heavid-she's under weigh,
The gallant bark swings round,
From lovers' lips resound !
And many a noble heart doth swell
And many a bosom bleeds
The lessening land recedes !
The wanton zephyrs round her play,
And woo her, as she laves
Her bosom in the ocean-spray,
And dances on the waves!
And long she plough'd the pathless main,
Bound strait to India's shore, But did she e'er return again?
No never! never more!
The lazy billows softly sleep
They dream not of the storm, Smooth as a glass, the dark blue deep,
Reflects her lovely form !
But tempest suddenly awakes
The sky is overcast !
And blows a thundering blast,