! Hath not thy voice been here amongst us heard? Wont from thy lip, as Hermon's dew, to shower? How shall we mourn thee?-With a lofty trust, Through shades and mysteries lifts a glance of love, And one high tone of triumph o'er thy bier, Not to decay, but unto death hast bow'd; Praise for yet one more name with power endow'd, Thine, Heber, thine; whose memory from the dead, ST. ASAPH, Sept. 1826. THE ADOPTED CHILD. "WHY wouldst thou leave me, O gentle child? Where many an image of marble gleams, "Oh! green is the turf where my brothers play, Through the long bright hours of the summer day; They find the red cup-moss where they climb, And they chase the bee o'er the scented thyme, And the rocks where the heath-flower blooms they know Lady, kind lady! O, let me go." "Content thee, boy! in my bower to dwell, Here are sweet sounds which thou lovest well; Flutes on the air in the stilly noon, Harps which the wandering breezes tune, "Oh! my mother sings, at the twilight's fall, Thy mother is gone from her cares to rest, She hath taken the babe on her quiet breast; Thou would'st meet her footstep, my boy, no more, Nor hear her song at the cabin door. Come thou with me to the vineyards nigh, And we'll pluck the grapes of the richest dye." "Is my mother gone from her home away ? But I know that my brothers are there at playI know they are gathering the foxglove's bell, Or the long fern leaves by the sparkling well; Or they launch their boats where the bright streams flow Lady, kind lady! O, let me go." "Fair child, thy brothers are wanderers now, "Are they gone, all gone from the sunny hill?— VOL. V. 24 INVOCATION. "I call'd on dreams and visions, to disclose That which is veil'd from waking thought; conjured To appear and answer." WORDSWORTH. ANSWER me, burning stars of night! That past the reach of human sight, Oh! many-toned and chainless wind! Tell me if thou its place canst find, Ye clouds, that gorgeously repose The bright clouds answer'd-" We depart, Ask what is deathless in thy heart, For that which cannot die." L Speak then, thou voice of God within, And the voice answer'd- "Be thou still! Clouds, winds, and stars their part fulfil, KÖRNER AND HIS SISTER. Charles Theodore Körner, the celebrated young German poet and soldier, was killed in a skirmish with a detachment of French troops, on the 20th of August 1813, a few hours after the composition of his popular piece, The Sword Song. He was buried at the village of Wöbbelin in Mecklenburg, under a beautiful oak, in a recess of which he had frequently deposited verses composed by him while campaigning in its vicinity. The monument erected to his memory is of cast iron; and the upper part is wrought into a lyre and sword, a favourite emblem of Körner's, from which one of his works had been entitled. Near the grave of the poet is that of his only sister, who died of grief for his loss, having only survived him long enough to complete his portrait and a drawing of his burial-place. Over the gate of the cemetery is engraved one of his own lines: "Vergiss die treuen Tödten nicht." Forget not the faithful dead. -See Richardson's Translation of Körner's Life and Works, and Downes' Letters from Mecklenburg. GREEN wave the oak for ever o'er thy rest, |