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JWath. Tw8 full years Hath he abode in Jewr Tam. Prophet, thin How he was nurtured—in the faith of idols.That impious worship o since he abiured By his own native strength; and now he looks Abroad through nature's works, and yet must rise-JW'ath. Speaks he of Moses? Tam. Familiar as thyself. .N'ath. I think thou said'st he had surveyed the world? Tam. From Ethiopia to the farthest East, Cities, and tribes, and nations. He can speak Of hundred-gated Thebes, towered Babylon, And mightier Nineveh, vast Palibothra, Serendib anchored by the gates of morning, Renowned Benares, where the sages teach The mystery of the soul, and that famed seat Where fleets and warriors from Elishah’s Isles Besieged the Beauty, where great Memnon fell;Of temples, groves, and superstitious caves Filled with strange symbols of the Deity; Of wondrous mountains, desert-circled seas, Isles of the ocean, lovely Paradises, Set, like unfading emeralds, in the deep. JW'ath. Yet manhood scarce confirms his cheek. Tam. All this His thirst of knowledge has achieved; the wish To gather from the wise eternal truth. JVath. Not found where he has sought it, and has led Thy wandering fancy. Tam. O, might I relate— But I bethink me, father, of a thing Like that you asked. Sometimes, when I'm alone, Just ere his coming, I have heard a sound, A strange, mysterious, melancholy sound, Like music in the air. Anon he enters. JVath. Ha! is this oft 2 Tam. ”Tis not unfrequent. JVath. Only When thou’rt alone * Tam. I have not heard it else. JVath. A sound like what? Tam. Like wild, sad music, father; More moving than the Jute or viol touched
By skilful fingers. Wailing in the air,
Meetly refined, and tempered, to receive
§. the surge of passion, like the wreck
-->Extract from “The Airs of Palestine.”—PIERPont
ON Arno's bosom, as he calmly flows, And his cool arms round Wallombrosa throws, Rolling his crystal tide through classic vales, Alone,—at night, the Italian boatman sails. High o'er Mont Alto walks, in maiden pride, Night’s queen:—he sees her image, on that tide, Now, ride the wave that curls its infant crest Around his brow, then rippling sinks to rest; Now, glittering, dance around his eddying oar, Whose every sweep is echoed from the shore; Now, far before him, on a liquid bed Of waveless water, rests her radiant head. How mild the empire of that virgin queen! How dark the mountain’s shades. How still the scene! Hushed by her silver sceptre, zephyrs sleep On dewy leaves, that overhang the deep, Nor dare to whisper through the boughs, nor stir The valley’s willow, nor the mountain's fir, Nor make the pale and breathless aspen quiver, Nor brush, with ruffling wing, that glassy river.
Hark!—’tis a convent’s bell:—its midnight chime : For music measures even the march of time:— O'er bending trees, that fringe the distant shore, Gray turrets rise:–the eye can catch no more. The boatman, listening to the tolling bell, Suspends his oar;-a low and solemn swell, From the deep shade, that round the cloister lies, Rolls through the air, and on the water dies. What melting song wakes the cold ear of night? A funeral dirge, that pale nuns, robed in white,
Chant round a sister’s dark and narrow bed,
THE thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain, While I look upward to thee. It would seem As if God poured thee from his “hollow hand,” And hung his bow upon thine awful front; And spoke in that loud voice, which seemed to him, Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour’s sake, “The sound of many waters;” and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back, And notch His cent’ries in the eternal rocks.
Deep calleth unto deep. And what are we,
At musing hour of twilight gray,
I love to walk the churchyard way:
To me, congenial is the place
And, as the lonely spot I pass
I think, like them, how soon, alas !
Like them, I think, when I am gone,
Alike unnoticed and unknown
Yet, ah —and let me lightly tread!—
That would have soothed my dying bed,
But when the tints of autumn have
The landscape that cold shadow shows
Thus thoughts that frown upon our mirth
I AM the spirit that dwells in the flower;