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Before Creation peopled earth,
Its eye shall roll through chaos back;
The spirit trace its rising track.
Its glance dilate o'er all to be,
Fixed in its own eternity.
Above or love, hope, hate, or fear,
It lives all passionless and pure;
Its years as moments shall endure.
O'er all, through all, its thoughts shall fly;
Forgetting what it was to die.
YOU REMEMBER, ELLEN.
You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride,
When the stranger, William, had made her his bride,
Together they toiled through winds and rains,
Till William at length, in sadness said, 'We must seek our fortune on other plains;'—
Then, sighing, she left her lowly shed.
They roamed a long and a weary way,
Nor much was 'the maiden's heart at ease, When now, at the close of one stormy day,
They see a prond castle among the trees. 'To night,' said the youth,' we'll shelter there,
The wind blows cold, the hour is late:' So he blew the horn with a chieftain's air,
And the porter bowed as they passed the* gate.
'Now welcome, lady!' exclaimed the youth,—
'This castle is thine, and these dark woods all!' She believed him wild, but his words were truth,
For Ellen is Lady of Rosna Hall I And dearly the Lord of Rosna loves
What William the stranger woo'd and wed; And the light of bliss, in these lonely groves,
Is pure as it shone in the lonely shed.
Moore. ON THE APPROACH OF DEATH.
Yes, 'twill be over soon.—This sickly dream
Of life will vanish from my feverish brain; And death my wearied spirit will redeem
From this wild region of unvaried pain. Yon brook will glide as softly as before,—
Yon landscape smile,—yon golden harvest grow; Yon sprightly lark on mountain wing will soar,
When Henry's name is heard no more below. I sigh when all my youthful friends caress;
They laugh in health, and future evils brave; Them shall a wife and smiling children bless,
While I am mouldering in my silent grave. ■ God of the just—Thou gavest the bitter cup;
I bow to thy behest, and drink it up.
H. K. White.
The hour that terminates his span,
Worlds should not bribe me back to tread
Again life's dreary waste;
With all the gloomy past.
My home henceforth is in the skies,
All heaven unfolded to my eyes,
So speaks the Christian, firm possessed
Of faith's supporting rod;
The bosom of his God.
Take one example; to our purpose quite,
An heir of flattery, to titles bom, i ": : .
And reputation, and luxurious life.
Yet not content with ancestorial name;
Or to be known, because his fathers were;
He on this height hereditary stood,
And gazing higher, purposed in his heart
To take another step. Above him seemed
Alone the mount of song—the lofty seat
Of canonized bards; and thitherward, ::. .
By nature taught, and inward melody,
In prime of youth, he bent his eagle eye.
No cost was spared. What books he wished, he read:
What sage to hear, he heard; what scenes to see,
He saw. And first in school-boy days,
Britannia's mountain-walks, and heath-girt lakes,
And story-telling glens, and founts, and brooks,
And meads, as dew-drops pure and fair, his soul
With grandeur filled, and melody, and love.
Then travel came, and took him where he wished.
He cities saw, and courts, and princely pomp;
And mused alone on ancient mountain brows,
And mused on battle-fields, where valour fought
In other days; and mused on ruins gray
With years: and drank from old and fabulous wells;
And plucked the vine that first-born prophets plucked:
And mused on famous tombs, and on the wave