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Had he then fall’n as warriors fall,
Where spear strikes fire with spear ? Was there a banner for his pall,
A buckler for his bier ?
Not so ;—nor cloven shields nor helms
Had strewn the bloody sod,
Yielded his soul to God.
Were there not friends with words of cheer,
And princely vassals nigh?
Before the glazing eye?
Upon her bosom laid,
The face of death survey'd.
Alone she sat :-- from hill and wood
Red sank the mournful sun;
Fast gush'd the fount of noble blood,
Treason its worst had done!
With her long hair she vainly press'd
The wounds to staunch their tideUnknown, on that meek humble breast,
Imperial Albert died !
TO THE MEMORY OF HEBER.
Umile in tanta gloria.—PETRARCH
If it be sad to speak of treasures gone,
Of sainted genius called too soon away,
Yet kindling onward to the perfect day;
Hath not thy voice been here among us heard ?
And that deep soul of gentleness and power, Have we not felt its breath in every word,
Wont from thy lip, as Hermon's dew, to shower ? Yes ! in our hearts thy fervent thoughts have burn'd, Of Heaven they were, and thither have return'd.
How shall we mourn thee ?-With a lofty trust,
Our life's immortal birthright from above!
With a glad faith, whose eye, to track the just,
Thro' shades and mysteries lifts a glance of love, And yet can weep !—for nature thus deplores The friend that leaves us, tho’ for happier shores.
And one high tone of triumph o'er thy bier,
One strain of solemn rapture be allow'd !
Not to decay, but unto death, hast bow'd ;
Praise! for yet one more name with power
endow'd, To cheer and guide us, onward as we press ; Yet one more image on the heart bestow'd,
To dwell there, beautiful in holiness! Thine, Heber, thine! whose memory from the dead,
Shines as the star which to the Saviour led.
ST. ASAPħ, Sept. 1826.
THE ADOPTED CHILD.
“ Why wouldst thou leave me, oh! gentle child ?
" Oh! green is the turf where my brothers play, Thro' the long bright hours of the summer-day, They fiud the red cup-moss where they climb,
And they chase the bee o’er the scented thyme,
Lady, kind lady! oh! let me go,"