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When that cup, which for others the proud Gol

den City Had brimm'd full of bitterness, drench'd her

own lips, And the world she had trampled on, heard, with

out pity, The howl in her halls, and the cry from her

ships.

When the curse Heaven keeps for the haughty

came over, Her merchants rapacious, her rulers unjust, And-a ruin, at last, for the earth-worm to

cover",The Lady of Kingdoms 6 lay low in the dust.

4 " How hath the oppressor ceased! "the golden city ceased,” Isaiah xiv. 4..

'5 " Thy pomp is brought down to the grave......and the worms cover thee.” Isaiah xiv. 11.

6 « Thou shalt no more be called the Lady of Kingdoms.” Isaiah xlvii, 5.

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DRINK of this cup-you'll find there's a spell in

Its every drop ’gainst the ills of mortality, Talk of the cordial that sparkled for HELEN,

Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality. Would you forget the dark world we are in, Only taste of the bubble that gleams on the

top of it; But would you rise above earth, till akin To immortals themselves, you must drain every

drop of it. Send round the cup-for, oh! there's a spell in

Its every drop ’gainst the ills of mortality, Talk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen,

Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality.

Never was philter form'd with such power

To charm and bewilder as this we are quaffing; Its magic began when, in Autumn's rich hour, As a harvest of gold in the fields it stood

laughing. There, having by nature's enchantment been fillid With the balm and the bloom of her kindliest

weather, This wonderful juice from its core was distillid, To enliven such hearts as are here brought

together! Then drink of the cup-you'll find there's a

spell in iis every drop 'gainst the ills of mortalityTalk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen,

Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality.

And though, perhaps—but breathe it to no

one

Like cauldrons the witch brews at midnight so

awful, In secret this philter was first taught to flow on,

Yet-'tisn't less potent for being unlawful.

What, though it may taste of the smoke of that

flame, Which in silence extracted its virtue forbid

den Fill up—there's a fire in some hearts I could

name, Which may work too its charm, though now

lawless and hidden, So drink of the cup-for, oh! there's a spell in

Its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality, Talk of the cordial, that sparkled for Helen,

Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality.

THE FORTUNE-TELLER. '

DOWN IN THE VALLEY COME MEET ME.

Air-Open the Door softly.

Down in the valley come meet me tö-night,

And I'll tell you your fortune truly
As ever 'twas told, by the new moon's light

To young maiden, shining as newly.

But, for the world, let no one be nigh,

Lest haply the stars should deceive me; These secrets between you and me and the sky

Should never go farther, believe me.

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If at that hour the heavens be not dim,

My science shall call up before you
A male apparition—the image of him,
Whose destiny 'tis to adore you.

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