Of everlasting winter. But within Vaults set with gems, the purchase of a crown, Had. There they dwell, and muse, Whose thoughts connect past, present, and to come, Thus, in the sparry chambers of the sea Tam. Are they beautiful, And powerful far beyond the human race? Had. Man's feeble heart cannot conceive it. When The sage described them, fiery eloquence Flowed from his lips, his bosom heaved, his eyes Grew bright and mystical; moved by the theme, Like one who feels a deity within. Tam. Wondrous!-What intercourse have they with men? Had. Sometimes they deign to intermix with man, But oft with woman. Tam. Hah! with woman? Had. She Attracts them with her gentler virtues, soft, And beautiful, and heavenly, like themselves. They have been known to love her with a passion Stronger than human. Tam. That surpasses all You yet have told me. Had. This the sage affirms; And Moses, darkly. Tam. How do they appear? How manifest their love? Had. Sometimes 'tis spiritual, signified By beatific dreams, or more distinct And glorious apparition.-They have stooped Tam. Frightful to be so belove‹l! Who could endure the horrid thought!-What makes That feels so deathy? Had. Dark imaginations haunt me When I recall the dreadful interview. Tam. O, tell them not-I would not hear them. Had. But why contemn a Spirit's love? so high, So glorious, if he haply deigned?— Tam. Forswear My Maker! love a Demon! Had. No-0, no My thoughts but wandered-Oft, alas! they wander. Thus ever, when thy drooping spirits ebb, [He appears lost in thought.] Tell me, ascrib'st thou influence to the stars? Had. (starting.) The stars! What know'st thou of the stars? Tam. I know that they were made to rule the night. Had. Like palace lamps! thou echoest well thy grandsire Woman! the stars are living, glorious, Amazing, infinite! Tam. Speak not.so wildly. I know them numberless, resplendent, set Had. Eternity! Oh! mighty, glorious, miserable thought!— With eyes experienced, unobscured by torments,— Tam. What ails thee, Hadad?-Draw me not so close. Had. Tamar! I need thy love-more than thy loveTam. Thy cheek is wet with tears-Nay, let us part'Tis late-I cannot, must not linger. [Breaks from him, and exit.] Had. Loved and abhorred!-Still, still accursed![He paces, twice or thrice, up and down, with passionate gestures; then turns his face to the sky, and stands a moment in silence } In the illimitable space, in what -Oh! where, Profound of untried misery, when all His worlds, his rolling orbs of light, that fill With life and beauty yonder infinite, Their radiant journey run, for ever set, Where, where, in what abyss shall I be groaning? [Exit.] Hadad's Description of the City of David.-HILLHOUSE. "TIS so;-the hoary harper sings aright; Soft gleaming through the umbrage of the woods, Hailed by the pilgrims of the desert, bound Where saints and prophets teach, where the stern law And where the Glory hovers, here I war. The Song at Twilight.-LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON.* When not a murmur, not a sound, To Fancy's sportive ear is given; *The remains and a biographical sketch of this remarkable girl were published last year by Mr. Samuel F. B. Morse. An interesting review of the volume appeared soon after in the London Quarterly: we are not Hagar in the Wilderness.-N. P. WILLIS. THE morning broke. Light stole upon the clouds With a strange beauty. Earth received again Its garment of a thousand dies; and leaves, And delicate blossoms, and the painted flowers, And every thing that bendeth to the dew, And stirreth with the daylight, lifted up Its beauty to the breath of that sweet morn. All things are dark to sorrow; and the light, To see a mirth in any thing it loves. She stood at Abraham's tent. Her lips were pressed The spirit there, and his young heart was swelling Why bends the patriarch as he cometh now |