Tam. Ah, Hadad, meanest thou to reproach the Friend Who gave so much, because he gave not all 2 Had. Perfect benevolence, methinks, had willed Unceasing happiness, and peace, and joy; Filled the whole universe of human hearts With pleasure, like a flowing spring of life. Tam. Our Prophet teaches so, till man rebelled. Had. . Mighty rebellion : Had he 'leagured heaven With beings powerful, numberless, and dreadful, Strong as the enginery that rocks the world When all its pillars tremble; mixed the fires Of onset with annihilating bolts Defensive volleyed from the throne; this, this Had been rebellion worthy of the name, Worthy of punishment. But what did man Tasted an apple ! and the fragile scene, Eden, and innocence, and human bliss, The nectar-flowing streams, life-giving fruits, Uelestial shades, and amaranthine flowers, Wanish; and sorrow, toil, and pain, and death, Cleave to him by an everlasting curse. Tam. Ah! talk not thus. Had. Is this benevolence 2– Nay, loveliest, these things sometimes trouble me; For I was tutored in a brighter faith. Our Syrians deem each lucid sount, and stream, Forest, and mountain, glade, and bosky dell, Peopled with kind divinities, the friends Of man, a spiritual race, allied To him by many sympathies, who seek His happiness, inspire him with gay thoughts, Cool with their waves, and fan him with their airs. O'er them, the Spirit of the Universe, Or Soul of Nature, circumfuses all With mild, benevolent, and sun-like radiance, ...; warming, vivifying earth, As spirit does the body, till green herbs, And beauteous flowers, and branchy cedars, rise; And shooting stellar influence through her caves, Whence minerals and gems imbibe their lustre. Tam. Dreams, Hadad, empty dreams. Pład. These deities They invocate with cheerful, gentle rites, Hang garlands on their altars, heap their shrines

With Nature’s bounties, fruits, and fragrant flowers.
Not like yon gory mount that ever reeks—
Tam. Cast not reproach upon the holy altar.
Had. Nay, sweet.—Having enjoyed all pleasures here
That Nature prompts, but j blissful love,
At death, the happy Syrian maiden deems
Her immaterial fiies into the fields,
Or circumambient clouds, or crystal brooks,
And dwells, a Deity, with those she worshipped,
Till time, or fate, return her in its course
To quaff, once more, the cup of human joy.
Tam. But thou believ’st not this.
Had. I almost wish
Thou didst; for I have feared, my gentle Tamar,
Thy spirit is too tender for a law
Announced in terrors, coupled with the threats
Of an inflexible and dreadful Being,
Whose word annihilates, whose awful voice
Thunders the doom of nations, who can check
The sun in heaven, and shake the loosened stars,
Like wind-tossed fruit, to earth, whose fiery step
The earthquake follows, whose tempestuous breath
Divides the sea, whose anger never dies,
Never remits, but everlasting burns,
Burns unextinguished in the deeps of hell.
Jealous, implacable—
Tam. Peace' impious! peace!
Had. Ha! says not Moses so :
The Lord is jealous
Tam. Jealous of our faith,
Our love, our true obedience, justly his;
And a poor recompense for all his favors.
Implacable he is not; contrite man
Ne'er sound him so.
Had. But others have,
If oracles be true.
Tam. Little we know
Of them; and nothing of their dire offence.
Had. I meant not to displease, love; but my soul
Sometimes revolts, because I think thy nature
Shudders at him and yonder bloody rites.
How dreadful! when the world awakes to light,
And life, and gladness, and the jocund tide
Bounds in the veins of every happy creature,
Morning is ushered by a murdered victim,

Whose wasting members reek upon the air,
Polluting the pure firmament; the shades
Of evening scent of death; almost, the shrine
O'ershadowed by the holy cherubim;
And where the clotted current from the altar
Mixes with Kedron, all its waves are gore.
Nay, nay, I grieve thee—'tis not for myself,
But that I fear these gloomy things oppress
Thy soul, and cloud its native sunshine.

Tam. (in tears, clasping her hands.)
Witness, ye heavens ! Eternal Father, witness!
Blest God of Jacob Maker | Friend! Preserver:
That, with my heart, my undivided soul,
I love, adore, and praise thy glorious name
Confess thee Lord of all, believe thy laws
Wise, just, and merciful, as they are true.
O Hadad, Hadad you misconstrue much
The sadness that usurps me: ’tis for thee
I grieve—for hopes that fade—for your lost soul,
And my lost happiness.

Had. O say not so,
Beloved princess. Why distrust my faith?

Tam. Thou know'st, alas! my weakness; but remember,
I never, never will be thine, although
The feast, the blessing, and the song were past,
Though Absalom ..o. called me bride,
Till sure thou own’st, with truth and love sincere,
The Lord Jehovah.

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O, Holy VIRGIN, call thy child;
Her spirit longs to be with thee;

For, threatening, lower those skies so mild,
Whose faithless day-star dawned for me.

From tears released to speedy rest,
From youthful dreams which all beguiled,

To quiet slumber on thy breast,
O, holy Virgin, call thy child.

Joy from my darkling soul is fled,
And haggard phantoms haunt me wild;

Despair assails, and Hope is dead:
O, holy Virgin, call thy child.

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WHEN the firmament quivers with daylight's young beam,
And the woodlands, awaking, burst into a hymn,

And the glow of the sky blazes back from the stream,_
How the bright ones of heaven in the brightness grow diml

Oh, tis sad, in that moment of glory and song,
To see, while the hill-tops are waiting the sun,

The glittering host, that kept watch all night long
O'er Love and o'er Slumber, go out one by one;—

Till the circle of ether, deep, rosy and vast,
Scarce glimmers with one of the train that were there;

And their leader, the day-star, the brightest and last,
Twinkles faintly, and fades in that desert of air.

Thus Oblivion, from midst of whose shadow we came,
Steals o'er us again when life's momentis gone;

And the crowd of bright names in the heaven of fame
Grow pale and are quenched as the years hasten on.

Let them fade—but we’ll pray that the age, in whose flight
Of ourselves and our friends the remembrance shall die,

May rise o'er the world, with the gladness and light
Of the dawn that effaces the stars from the sky.

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THE sultry summer past, September comes,
Soft twilight of the slow-declining year;--
All mildness, soothing loneliness and peace;
The fading season ere the falling come,
More sober than the buxom blooming May,
And therefore less the favorite of the world,
But dearest month of all to pensive minds.


Tis now far spent; and the meridian sun,
Most sweetly smiling with attempered beams,
Sheds gently down a mild and grateful warmth.
Beneath its yellow lustre, groves and woods,
Checkered by one night's frost with various hues,
While yet no wind has swept a leaf away,
Shine doubly rich. It were a sad delight
Down the smooth stream to glide, and see it tinged
Upon each brink with all the gorgeous hues,
The yellow, red, or purple of the trees,
That, singly, or in tufts, or forests thick,
Adorn the shores; to see, perhaps, the side
of some high mount reflected far below
With its bright colors, intermixed with spots
Of darker green. Yes, it were sweetly sad
To wander in the open fields, and hear,
E’en at this hour, the noon-day hardly past,
The lulling insects of the summer’s night;
To hear, where lately buzzing swarms were heard,
A lonely bee long roving here and there
To find a single flower, but all in vain;
Then, rising quick, and with a louder hum,
In widening circles round and round his head,
Straight by the listener flying clear away,
As if to bid the fields a last adieu:
To hear, within the woodland's sunny side,
Late full of music, nothing, save, perhaps,
The sound of nut-shells, by the squirrel dropped
From some tall beech, fast falling through the leaves.

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THE breath of air, that stirs the harp's soft string,
Floats on to join the whirlwind and the storm;
The drops of dew, exhaled from flowers of spring,
Rise, and assume the tempest's threatening form;
The first mild beam of morning's #. Sun,
Fre night, is sporting in the lightning's flash;
And the smooth stream, that flows in quiet on,
Moves but to aid the overwhelming dash
That wave and wind can muster, when the might
Of earth, and air, and sea, and sky unite.

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