TO M. L. S. Of all who hail thy presence as the morning- At thy soft-murmured words, "Let there be light!" In the seraphic glancing of thine eyes— Nearest resembles worship,-oh, remember And think that these weak lines are written by him-- His spirit is communing with an angel's. TO HELEN. HELEN, thy beauty is to me On desperate seas long wont to roam, Lo, in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are holy land! Bell & Bain, Printers, Glasgow. |