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THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS.
Alas! they all are in their graves; the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie ; but the cold November
rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago,
glow; But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sun-flower by the brook in autumn beauty
stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the
plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland,
glade, and glen.
And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days
will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the
trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late
he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no
And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forests cast the
leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief; Yet not unmeet it was that one like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
WILLIAM C. BRYANT.
She Walks in Beauty.
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
Meets in her aspect and her eyes ;
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
LORD BYRC N.
Hymn of the Hebrew Maid.
THEN Israel, of the Lord beloved,
An awful guide in smoke and flame.
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
Returned the fiery column's glow.
THE DESTRUCTION OF SEX.VACHERIB. 29
Then rose the choral hymn of praise,
And trump and timbrel answered keen;
With priests' and warriors' voice between.
Forsaken Israel wanders lone;
And thou hast left them to their own.
But present still, though now unseen,
When brightly shines the prosperous day,
To temper the deceitful ray.
In shade and storm, the frequent night,
A burning and a shining light!
Our harps we left by Babel's streams
The tyrant's jest, the Gentile's scorn ;
And mute are timbrel, trump and horn.
'The flesh of rains, I will not prize;
SIR WALTER SCott.
The Destruction of Sennacherib.
THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
1 And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when suinmer is green,
For the Angel of death spread his wings on the blast,
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
Song of the Captive Jews at Babylon.
COD of the thunder! from whose cloudy seat
V The fiery winds of desolation flow ;
Like a full wine-press, tread'st the world below;
Till Thou the guilty land hast scaled for woe.
God of the rainbow! at whose gracious sign
The billows of the proud their rage suppress;
An Eden blooms in the waste wilderness;
And pillar'd temples rise thy name to bless.
O'er Judah's land thy thunders broke, O Lord ;
The chariots rattled o'er her sunken gate ;
E’en her foes wept to see her fallen state.
For thou didst ride the tempest-cloud of fate.
O’er Judah's land thy rainbow, Lord, shall gleam,
And the sad city lift her crownless head;
Where broods o'er fallen streets the silence of the dead.
And angel feet the glittering Sion tread.
Thy vengeance gave us to the stranger's hand,
And Abraham's children were led forth for slaves;
Envying our fathers in their peaceful graves.
Where the pale willows shade Euphrates' waves.