Still, if the time allowed! My hour draws near; But he will prompt me when I faint with fear. 2 - Alas, he hears me not! He cannot hear! Twice the moon filled her silver urn with light. Then from the throne an angel winged his flight; He, who unfixed the compass, and assigned O'er the wild waves a pathway to the wind; Who, while approached by none but spirits pure, Wrought, in his progress through the dread obscure, Signs like the ethereal bow that shall endure! As he descended through the upper air, Day broke on day 3 as God himself were there! Before the great discoverer, laid to rest, He stood, and thus his secret soul addressed.* "The wind recalls thee; its still voice obey. Millions await thy coming; hence, away. To thee blest tidings of great joy consigned, Another nature, and a new mankind! The vain to dream, the wise to doubt, shall cease; Young men be glad, and old depart in peace! Hence! though assembling in the fields of air, Now, in a night of clouds, thy foes prepare To rock the globe with elemental wars, And dash the floods of ocean to the stars; To bid the meek repine, the valiant weep, And thee restore thy secret to the deep!? 5 "Not then to leave thee! to their vengeance cast, Thy heart their aliment, their dire repast! 8 To other eyes shall MEXICO unfold Her feathered tapestries, and roofs of gold, To other eyes, from distant cliff descried," 11 Thy reverend form " to time and grief a prey, 12 "What though thy gray hairs to the dust descend, By dogs of carnage," howling loud and long, 16 "Not thine the olive, but the sword to bring; Not peace, but war! Yet from these shores shall spring Peace without end;" from these, with blood defiled, Spread the pure spirit of thy Master mild! 19 Here, in His train, shall arts and arms attend,18 20 "Hence, and rejoice. The glorious work is done. A spark is thrown that shall eclipse the sun! And, though bad men shall long thy course pursue, As erst the ravening brood o'er chaos flew," He, whom I serve, shall vindicate his reign; 13 On the two last leaves, and written in another hand, are some stanzas in the romance or ballad measure of the Spaniards. The subject is an adventure soon related. THY lonely watch-tower, Larenille, Had lost the western sun; And loud and long from hill to hill When Hernan, rising on his oar, Shot like an arrow from the shore. "Those lights are on St. Mary's Isle; He blew and would not wait. Home by his dangerous path he went; Two strangers at the convent-gate. They ascended by steps hewn out in the rock; and, having asked for admittance, were lodged there. Brothers in arms the guests appeared; The youngest with a princely grace! His velvet cap a medal bore, And ermine fringed his broidered vest; Не The eldest had a rougher aspect, and there was craft in his eye stood a little behind, in a long black mantle, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword; and his white hat and white shoes glittered in the moonshine.3 "Not here unwelcome, though unknown. The moon, that-through the portal shone, Through many a court and gallery dim When other sounds had died away, * "PEREZ, thou good old man," they cried, |