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Thy sweet thoughts breathe, from love's delicious
clime, Beauty in youth, and faith in fading age; Through all earth's years of travail, strife, and toil, His parch'd affections linger round thy smile. In the young beauty of thy womanhood Thou livest in the being yet to be, Yearning for blessedness ill understood, And known, young mother! only unto thee. Love is her life; and to the wise and good Her heart is Heaven'tis even unto me, Though oft misguided and betray'd and grieved, The only bliss of which I'm not bereaved. Draw near, ye whom my bosom hath enshrined ! ( Thou ! whose life breathes in my heart! and Thou Whose gentle spirit dwelleth in my mind, Whose love, like sunlight, rests upon thy brow! Draw near the hearth! the cold and moaning wind Scatters the ruins of the forest now, But blessings crown us in our own still homeHail, holy image of the life to come. Hail, ye fair charities! the mellow showers Of the earth's spring-time! from your rosy breath The way-worn pilgrim, through the tempest lours, Breathes a new being in the realm of death, And bears the burden of life's darker hours With cheerlier aspect o'er the lonely heath, That spreads between us and the unfading clime Where true love triumphs o'er the death of Time.
WRITTEN BY THE SEASIDE.
BY MISS JEWSBURY.
ONE evening as the Sun went down,
I wander'd on the shore;
I never saw before !
I was not lonely ;-dwellings fair
Gay groups were on the green
With them and in that scene.
And on the sea, that look'd of gold,
Glided, and yet seem'd still;
Surpassing minstrel's skill !
The breezy murmur from the shore,-
Alike by sire and child,
The lark's strain rich and wild.
I look’d, I listen’d,—and the spell
So radiant on my heart,
Lest dream-like, it depart.
'Twas sunset in the world around; And, looking inwards, so I found
'Twas sunset in the soul; Nor grief, nor mirth, were burning there, But musings sweet, and visions fair,
In placid beauty stole.
But moods like these, the human mind,
Or, finding, force to stay ;-
Dry up-or fall away.
But though all pleasures take their flight, Yet some will leave memorials bright
For many an after year; This sunset, that dull night will shade,These visions, which must quickly fade, Will half-immortal memory braid
For me, when far from here !
And many an hour,
By the lighthouse rock I stray,
The Churchyard's bound
Among the grassy graves ;
And all I see, the waves !'
Oh roam not there,
Nor pour the fruitless tear!
The dead, they cannot hear.
The Northern Star
Set in the raging sea;
That holds thy love from thee!
THE GIRL AND THE HAWK.
FROM A PICTURE BY NEWTON.
BY ALARIC A. WATTS.
GRACEFUL “ Phantom of delight !"
But she may not vie with thee!-
Though an angel's grace is thine, Though the light is half divine, That with chasten'd lustre flashes From beneath thine eyes' dark lashes; Yet thy thoughtful forehead fair, And that sweetly pensive air, Speak thee but of mortal birth, An erring, witching child of earth; In each varied mood revealing Human hope and human feeling.