INCIDENT AT BRUGES. IN Brugès town is many a street The grass-grown pavement tread. A harp that tuneful prelude made The measure, simple truth to tell, When silent were both voice and chords, Yet sad as sweet,-for English words It was a breezy hour of eve; And pinnacle and spire Quiver'd and seem'd almost to heave, Cloth'd with innocuous fire; But, where we stood, the setting sun And, if the glory reach'd the Nun, Not always is the heart unwise, If even a passing Stranger sighs side: Less tribute could she pay than this, Borne gaily o'er the sea, Fresh from the beauty and the bliss Of English liberty? A JEWISH FAMILY. IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST. GOAR, UPON THE RHINE. GENIUS of Raphael! if thy wings To pencil dear and pen, Thou wouldst forego the neighbouring Rhine, And all his majesty— A studious forehead to incline O'er this poor family. The Mother-her thou must have seen, In spirit, ere she came To dwell these rifted rocks between, Or found on earth a name ; Of playfulness, and love, and joy, Downcast, or shooting glances far, Yet am I with the Jewish Child, I see the dark-brown curls, the brow, The grace of parting Infancy By blushes yet untam'd; Two lovely Sisters, still and sweet Such beauty hath th' Eternal pour'd Though of a lineage once abhorr'd, Mysterious safeguard, that, in spite Doth here preserve a living light, From Hebrew fountains sprung ; That gives this ragged group to cast Around the dell a gleam Of Palestine, of glory past, And proud Jerusalem! LAM B. HESTER.-A REMEMBRANCE. WHEN maidens such as Hester die, A month or more hath she been dead, A springy motion in her gait, Of pride and joy no common rate, I know not by what name beside Her parents held the Quaker rule, Which doth the human feeling cool; But she was train'd in Nature's school, Nature had blest her. A waking eye, a prying mind, A heart that stirs, is hard to bind, Ye could not Hester. |