Assyria's king appears. He shouts: he flies: Meantime, along the sapphire bridge of heaven, That mantled earth, the day-god's lightning steeds The Assyrian captains strove; and, with like fire, Her ebon hair loose flying in the wind, And bade them on to glory. As the star Through the death-laden air she flew along. MARY HOWITT. THE BALLAD OF RICHARD BURNELL. PART I. FROM his bed rose Richard Burnell At the early dawn of day, Ere the bells of London city Early on that bright May morning "When the men and maids are dancing, And the folk are mad with glee, In the Temple's shady gardens Let me walk and talk with thee!' "Thus my Alice spake last even, Thus with trembling lips she spake, And those blissful words have kept me Through the live-long night awake. "Tis a joy beyond expression, When we first, in truth, perceive That the love we long have cherished Will not our fond hearts deceive! "Never dared I to confess it Deeds of homage spoke instead; True love is its own revealer, She must know it! oft I said. "All my words, and all my actions, "And her good old merchant-father- "Seven years I truly served him, Master is he now no longer : "I was left betimes an orphan, Heir unto great merchant-wealth, But the iron rule of kinsfolk Dimmed my youth, and sapped my health. "Death had been my early portion Had not my good guardian come; He, the father of my Alice, And conveyed me to his home. "Here began a new existence,— Then how new the love of friends! And for all the child's afflictions Each one strove to make amends. "Late my spring-time came, but quickly Youth's rejoicing currents run, And my inner life unfolded Like a flower before the sun. "Hopes, and aims, and aspirations Grew within the growing boy; Life had new interpretation; Manhood brought increase of joy. "In and over all was Alice, Life-infusing, like the spring; My soul's soul! even joy without her "And she spoke last eve at parting, In the Temple's pleasant gardens Let me walk and talk with thee!' "As she spoke, her sweet voice trembled,— |