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And hear the waters roar;
Then burst upon the shore.
And eye the distant vale;
And bend before the gale.
And hear the tinkling sound
Then swell in echoes round.
Which rear their heads on high, When naught beside, around, is seen But one extended space between,
And overhead the sky.
While rolling down the west;
In purple robes is dress’d.
And see ten thousand worlds of light
O'er the vast vault profound.
Up to the shining height,
And charm the ravish'd sight.
And reach my native plain,
Yes, Music hath the key of Memory;
MYSTERIOUS keeper of the key,
The exile listens to the song
the gate of Memory;
A. A. WATTS.
THE LAST TEAR. SHE had done weeping, but her eyelash yet Lay silken heavy on her lilied cheek, And on its fringe a tear, like a lone star Shining upon the rich and hyacinth skirts O'the western cloud that veils the April even. The veil rose up, and with it rose the star, Glittering above the gleam of tender blue, That widen'd as the shower clears off from heaven. Her beauty woke,-a sudden beam of soul Flash'd from her eye, and lit the vestal's cheek Into one crimson, and exhaled the tear.
THE LILY OF THE VALLEY. WHITE bud! that in meek beauty so dost lean,
The cloister'd cheek as pale as moonlight snow, Thou seem'st beneath thy huge, high leaf of green,
An Eremite beneath his mountain's brow.
White bud! thou’rt emblem of a lovelier thing,
The broken spirit that its anguish bears
MY NATIVE VALE.
DEAR is my little native vale,
In orange groves and myrtle bowers,
the race at eve.
The shepherd's horn at break of day,
AFTER THE DRAWING-ROOM.
THE drawing-room is over, and I have seen the
king! I'm very sure my head is turn'd, and won't come
right this spring: I positively can't take off my feathers and my train, I never look'd so well before, and never may again.
I heard a lady to a lord complaining of the crowd, And say, "What common people come !—I wonder
they ’re allow'd!” Of course that wasn't meant for me, though father
did sell cheese; Since brother made a noble match, I'll go there when
And I was ornamented too, nobody look'd so fine,
like mine; I'm sure I had more colours on, than anybody there, Green, red, and yellow mingled, and blue feathers in
Then some one came and took my train, and spread
it out behind, Just as a peacock spreads his tail ; I thought it very
kind : And seeing 't was a nice young man, dress'd out in
gold and blue, I said, “I thank you kindly, sir-I'd do as much for
They led me to his majesty—I thought I would have
dropp'd, He hold his hand out friendly like, and kiss'd me
when I stopp'd ;