"The very walls your bounty rear'd, for the stranger's homeless head, Shall find a murmur to record your tale, my glorious dead! Tho' the grass be where ye feasted once, where lute and cittern rung, And the serpent in your palaces lie coil'd amidst its young. "It is enough! mine eye no more of joy or splendour sees, I leave your name in lofty faith, to the skies and I to the breeze! go, since earth her flower hath lost, to join the bright and fair, And call the grave a kingly house, for ye, my chiefs, are there!" But while the old man sang, a mist of tears O'er Haroun's eyes had gathered, and a thoughtOh! many a sudden and remorseful thought Of his youth's once-lov'd friends, the martyr'd race, O'erflowed his softening heart." Live, live!” he cried, "Thou faithful unto death! live on, and still Speak of thy lords; they were a princely band!" THE SPANISH CHAPEL.* Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb, Į MADE a mountain-brook my guide, Thro' a wild Spanish glen, And wandered, on its grassy side, Far from the homes of men. It lured me with a singing tone, To a green spot of beauty lone, A haunt for old romance. Suggested by a scene beautifully described in the " Recol-. lections of the Peninsula." A dim and deeply-bosom'd grove Of many an aged tree, Such as the shadowy violets love, The fawn and forest-bee. The darkness of the chestnut bough The bright stream reverently below, And bore a music all subdued, And led a silvery sheen, On thro' the breathing solitude, For something viewlessly around Of solemn influence dwelt, In the soft gloom, and whispery sound, Not to be told, but felt: While sending forth a quiet gleam Across the wood's repose, And o'er the twilight of the stream, A lowly chapel rose. A pathway to that still retreat Thro' many a myrtle wound, And there a sight-how strangely sweet! My steps in wonder bound. For on a brilliant bed of flowers, As if to sleep thro' sultry hours, To sleep?-oh! ne'er on childhood's eye, And silken lashes press'd, Did the warm living slumber lie, With such a weight of rest! |