THE VIRGIN'S CRADLE-HYMN. COPIED FROM A PRINT OF THE VIRGIN, IN A ROMAN CATHOLIC VILLAGE IN GERMANY. DORMI, Jesu! Mater ridet Si non dormis, Mater plorat, Inter fila cantans orat, Blande, veni, somnule. ENGLISH. Sleep, sweet babe! my cares beguiling: If thou sleep not, mother mourneth, WRITTEN DURING A TEMPORARY BLINDNESS, IN THE YEAR 1799. O, WHAT a life is the eye! what a strange and inscrutable essence! Him, that is utterly blind, nor glimpses the fire that warms him; Him that never beheld the swelling breast of his mother; Him that smiled in his gladness as a babe that smiles in its slumber; Even for him it exists! It moves and stirs in its prison ! Lives with a separate life: and-"Is it a spirit?" he murmurs: Sure, it has thoughts of its own, and to see is only a language ! ' ODE TO TRANQUILLITY. TRANQUILLITY! thou better name And left the bark, and blest the steadfast shore, roar. Who late and lingering seeks thy shrine, Thy spirit rests! Satiety And Sloth, poor counterfeits of thee, To vex the feverish slumbers of the mind: But me thy gentle hand will lead At morning through the accustomed mead; Will build me up a mossy seat; And when the gust of Autumn crowds, And breaks the busy moonlight clouds, Thou best the thought canst raise, the heart attune, Light as the busy clouds, calm as the gliding moon. The feeling heart, the searching soul, The greatness of some future race, The present works of present man A wild and dream-like trade of blood and guile, Too foolish for a tear, too wicked for a smile! CATULLIAN HENDECASYLLABLES. HEAR, my beloved, an old Milesian story!- Oft did a priestess, as lovely as a vision, Over the dusk wave, until the nightly sailor Shivering with ecstasy sank upon her bosom. |