..II.

Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,

That host with their banners at sunset were seen:

Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath

blown,

That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.

III.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

IV.

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,

But through it there rolled not the breath of his

pride:

And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,

And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

V.

And there lay the rider distorted and pale,

With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his

mail;

And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,

The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.

VI.

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,

And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

VOL. IV.

FROM JOB.

1.

A SPIRIT passed before me: I beheld

The face of Immortality unveiled

Deep sleep came down on ev'ry eye save mine

And there it stood,-all formless-but divine: Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake;

And as my damp hair stiffened, thus it spake :

II.

"Is man more just than God? Is man more pure

"Than he who deems even Seraphs insecure? "Creatures of clay-vain dwellers in the dust!

"The moth survives you, and are ye more just? "Things of a day! you wither ere the night, "Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light!"

THE END.