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"Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green,
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
VOL. II. I
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
TO A MOTH FLYING ROUND THE FLAME
Fond, fluttering insect, cease to urge thy fate,
Quick, let me save thee ere it be too late,
There, take thy chance, poor heedless innocent,
Go, rove at large the unbounded element,
Ah! why, like thee, will man destruction brave,
Spurn the kind lifted hand that wants to save,
Scorched he returns, the experienced ill defies,
EXTRACT FROM MOURNFUL RECOLLEC-
It is an easy task, for hearts at rest,
WHEN DEATH SHALL CHILL, &c.
When death shall chill this aged heart,
That time but closer links with thine, And sad tears unforbidden start,
Still let some silent thoughts be mine. Oh think how constant I have proved,
How dearly prized thou wert by me, How sorrow tried, and yet I loved,
And dared the storm, if blessed with thee.
Our love began in early years,
When hearts elate ne'er dream life's day, Though breaking light, may set in tears,
Or fleet with cruel speed away. Our kindred slumber side by side,
Where yonder bending blossoms wave, Grief rent each heart but thine, my bride,
And yielded quiet and the grave.
And soon the saddening hour will rise,
And tears will fill those faithful eyes,
Then may thy trembling footsteps stray,
Where the bright sun may cast his ray,
THEY WEPT, &c.
They wept—those aged patriots wept,
The fame of vanished years;
Now melted them to tears;
They saw the second temple rise,
But oh less fair and bright!
Dropped sorrow at the sight;