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And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
Made them a terror, 'twas a pleasing fear;
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
THE ANGEL OF DEATH.
'twas night: over earth like a pall was thrown Thickest darkness. Blent with the thunder's tone Were the torrent's rush, and the wind's wild moan,
And the wail of the ocean wave. 'Twas then that grim Death, clad in terror and gloom, Left his cheerless home in the dreary tomb, To summon the old and the young to their doom,
In the land of the dreamless grave.
He lifted the latch of a cottage door,
Where a widowed mother was bending o'er—
With looks that the fulness of sorrow wore—
The child of her early love.
To the garden of God above.
Then away he flew with fiendish glee!
In the blaze of the festive hall."
Struck down was the "belle of the ball!"
In the banqueting hall of a castle old
And the last of an ancient line.
Brimful of the purple wine.
He had scoffed at Death on the blood-red plain,
The shell and the booming shot:
And the warrior chief is not!
Thus the Angel of Death remorseless flings
Over all he asserts his power.
In the gloom of thy dying hour.
When the pulses of life beat faint and slow,
But deepen the gathering gloom;
To live in Eternity's bloom.
P. J. Bailey. LOVE.
They sin who tell us Love can die.
With life all other passions fly;
All others are but vanity.
In heaven Ambition cannot dwell,
Nor Avarice in the vaults of hell:
Earthly these passions, of the earth—
They perish where they have their birth.
But Love is indestructible:
Its holy flame for ever burneth;
From heaven it came, to heaven returneth:
Too oft on earth a troubled guest,
At times deceived, at times opprest,
It here is tried and purified,
Then hath in heaven its perfect rest:
It soweth here with toil and care,
But the harvest time of Love is there.
THE PASSAGE OF TEE RED SEA.
They come!—they come!
Portending Israel's doom!
And the neighing of the war-horse in his ire,
Hark to the booming drum, The braying of the trumpet and the boastful cheer. Pealing in horrid echoes on the frighted ear !— They come!—they come!
They come !—they come! Now, now they've clambered up the gorge's height,
And for a moment, in its rugged jaws
Pennon and scarf, and gallant plumage fair,
The cheer, the charge, the bursting battle-cry!
"Thou Mighty of Battles, for Israel's sake
Lo! 'twixt that dread, exultant host,
And Israel's chastened, timid throng,
In blind rage gropes along.
Near, and more near, with sullen roar
The prophet-chief stands on the shore,
His eye upturned, his hand stretched o'er
Deep yawn the ocean's billows wild,
Its coral depths disclosed are seen; The lashing surge sinks calm and mild, The mighty waves in walls are piled,
And Israel walks between!
While ever through that fearful night,
God's solemn, lustrous glory beams,
Between the harmless streams.
Onward the vengeful Pharaoh flies,
'Mid Egypt's lordly chivalry—
And roar around in glee!
Slowly and chill the morning spreads
Its light along the lonely shore;
Of ages long before.
See where the glittering water laves
The high and rugged coral coast,
Of Egypt's once proud host.
But Israel's hymn is pealing far
"The Lord, the mighty man of war,
That hurls the captain aud his car
And Israel's maids, with dance and glee,
"The Lord hath triumphed gloriously;
The Lord hath crushed the enemy,
Dublin University Magazine.
TO A WILD DEER.
Magnificent creature! so stately and bright!