THE EXILE. Mrs. Hemans. WHY, Memory, recall the cheerful hours, And why recall my early friendships dear,— Ah! still will Fancy all the scenes revive, breast; She bids them now in softer colours live, When Pleasure lighted up my sparkling eye, To hail the brilliance of the matin ray. Ah! still retentive only to my woe, Will Memory trace the picture of my cot; There fragrantwoodbines form'd a mantling bower; Ah! thus will" sadly-pleasing" Memory dwell THE SONG OF A SERAPH. Mrs. Hemans. Lo! the dream of life is o'er; Kindred spirits! rise with me, Now the angel-songs I hear, Spirit, rise to thee is given, The light ethereal wing of heaven. Now no more shall virtue faint, Thine the halo of the skies, Thine the seraph's paradise. MEMORY. Rev. Henry Alford. COME to me often, sportive Memory : Thy hands are full of flowers; thy voice is sweet; Thine innocent uncareful look doth meet The solitary cravings of mine eye; I cannot let thee flit unheeded by, For I have gentle words, wherewith to greet And playest round me in the fairy night TO MY BROTHER. Mrs. Hemans. MUSE of friendship, wake the lyre, To give him all the thanks I owe ; Joy and honour, fortune, fame, Inward peace, with placid mien, May Heaven propitious deign to hear This, a sister's genuine prayer. POWER AND GENTLENESS. Bernard Barton. NOBLE the Mountain-stream, Bursting in grandeur from its vantage-ground; Glory is in its gleam Of brightness;-thundering in its deafening sound! Mark, how its foamy spray, Tinged by the sunbeams with reflected dyes, Thence in a summer-shower, Steeping the rocks around :-O! tell me where Yet lovelier, in my view, Traced by the brighter hue, And livelier growth it gives ;-itself unseen; |