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THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB. THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed ; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew
still. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances uplifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unemote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord !
The trees to birds a shelter give;
The queen of insects, butterfly,
Thus all creation, with one voice,
ly he, withholds his lays,
The mists of morn encircle all around;
And labouring swains upturn the yielding ground. Now here and there, a cottage dimly seen,
Thro' clustering trees doth catch the wandering eye; And yellow fields, and meads of liveliest green,
Do bear the shadows of the cloudy sky. And all seems calm and silent in the vale,
Save where the carter drives his weary team; And sings sans tune, some melancholy tale,
Of spirits seen beside the silver stream. Whilst to the south the mighty hills extend
Their bulky fronts, in majesty and pride;
The winding paths, along the mountain's side.
And sun-beams rest upon the chalky steeps.
Is intermixed with many a yellow flower;
Lie close beneath the solitary tower.
The fue to nature, and a friend to art?-
Will nature's verdure gather round the heart.
faithful wife: Ah! how I envy him, his peaceful lot,
And calm, unwearied, humbleness of life. How light his bosom when the eve doth come,
And twilight warblers, in the trees above Chaunt forth their love-notes, as he wanders home, To find his welcome in his vhildren's love.
But Hope will flatter, and the fond heart cling
To fancied joys, illusory as vain;
And hearts once broken ne'er know peace again! . Some wandering thoughts of splendour or of pride
Will still disturb the poor enthusiast's breast; 'Till Desolation opes her curtain wide,
And shews him what a phantom he has pressed. Go, dreams of greatness! go, deceitful toys,
Which lure unyielding folly to his fate? Before mine eyes are placed the harmless joys, The true contentment of an humble state.
LINES By the Hon. G. Tucker, of Virginia. DAYS of my youth! ye have glided away; Hairs of my youth! ye are frosted and grey; Eyes of my youth! your keen sight is no more; Cheeks of my youth! ye are furrowed all o'er; Strength of my youth! all your vigour is gone; Thoughts of my youth! your gay visions are flown!
Days of my youth! I wish not your recal;
Days of my age! ye will shortly be past;
LINES, FROM THE SPANISH.
WARM be my gear,
And let folks jeer!