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And strange bright birds, on their starry wings,
Bear the rich hues of all glorious things?'
'Not there, not there, my child!'

'Is it far away, in some region old,
Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold ?—
Where the burning rays of the ruby shine,
And the diamond lights up the secret mine,
And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand,
Is it there, sweet mother, that better land?'
* Not there, not there, my child!

'Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy;
Dreams cannot picture a world so fair—
Sorrow and death may not enter there:
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom,
For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb,
It is there, it is there, my child!'

Mrs Hemana.


Farewell' if ever fondest prayer
For other's weal availed on high,

Mine will not all be lost in air,

But waft thy name beyond the sky.
'Twas vain to speak, to sigh, to sign:

Oh I more than tears of blood ran tell,
When wrung from guilt's expiring eye
Are in that word—farewell 1—farewell!

These lips are mute, these eyes are dry:

But in my breast and in my brain
Awake the pangs that pass not by,

The thought that ne'er shall sleep again.
My soul nor deigns nor dare complain,

Though grief and passion there rebel;
I only know we loved in. vain—

I only feel—Farewell!—Farewell!



By others, blest with genius' rays,

Let noble acts be told,
While I, content with humbler praise,

A simple tale unfold:


The Spaniard left the hostile plain

To seek his native land;
Beneath the sails that swept the main,

Cabeysa joined the band,

Who, as he met his country's foes

Within the field of fame, Above his rank obscure arose,

And graced his humble name.

Yet not the early wreath of fame
With haughtiness was twined;

Nor pride nor fickleness could claim
The empire of his mind.

The lowly hut, beneath whose roof

He sighed a sad adieu, Received him (time and distance proof,)

To Love and Laura true:

This hamlet-fair, by fortune scorned,
Seemed nature's favourite child,

With hand profuse by her adorned
—The floweret of the wild I

Her neat but homely garments pressed

The pure, the feeling heart;
Oft sought in vain behind the vest

Of decorated art.

'If sharing all thy cares (she said),

Has paled my beauty's rose, Ah! know, for thee the heart that bled,

With all its passion glows:

'Blest moment, to my wish that gives

The long, long, absent youth!
He lives—th' endeared Cabeysa lives,

And love confirms the truth.

'When thy brave comrades fell around,

What power's benignant care Secured thee from the fatal wound,

And Laura from despair?

'Oft in the troubling dream of night,

I saw the rushing spear;
Nor did the morn's awakening light

Dispel the lingering fear.'


. Tby tender fears (the youth replied),

Ah give them to the air!
To happiness we're now allied,

And pleasure be our care.

'Let us pursue the joy begun,

Nor lose by dull delay:
Say, Laura, shall to-morrow's sun

Illume our nuptial day?'

With look declined she blushed consent.—

Reserve that takes alarm,
And love and joy their influence lent

To raise meek beauty's charm.

The guests, to hail the wedded pair,
Beneath their roof repaired;

With them the little feast to share,
Their scanty purse prepared.

Tho' no delicious wines were poured,
Mirth took his destined place,

The handmaid Neatness spread the board,
And sage Content said grace.

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