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his little hand in hers,
Then Jacqueline the silence broke.
fond heart was won ;
inclined ? These things, for ever in her mind, Oh are they gone from yours? Two kneeling at your feet behold; One-one how young ;-nor yet the other old. Oh spurn
them not-nor look so coldIf Jacqueline be cast away, Her bridal be her dying day.
-Well, well might she believe in you!
He shook his aged locks of snow;
-begone! I'll hear no more.”
Nor let the least be sent away. All hearts shall sing • Adieu to sorrow !'
St. Pierre has found his child to-day ;
Had Louis * then before the gate dismounted,
- Without it what are all the rest? To love, and to be loved again.
* Louis the Fourteenth.
+ Allnding to a popular story related of Henry the Fourth of France ; similar to ours of " The King and Miller of Mansfield.”
ODE TO SUPERSTITION*.
HENCE, to the realms of Night, dire Demon, hence!
Thy chain of adamant can bind
Wake the lion's loudest roar,
• Written in early youth.
When, with a frown that froze the peopled earth *
Thou dartedst thy huge head from high,
Night waved her banners o'er the sky, And, brooding, gave her shapeless shadows birth.
Rocking on the billowy air,
Ha! what withering phantoms glare ! As blows the blast with many a sudden swell, At each dead pause, what shrill-toned voices yell! The sheeted spectre, rising from the tomb, Points to the murderer's stab, and shudders by; In
every grove is felt a heavier gloom, That veils its genius from the vulgar eye:
The spirit of the water rides the storm, And, thro' the mist, reveals the terrors of his form.
O'er solid seas, where Winter reigns,
And holds each mountain-wave in chains,
By glistering star-light thro' the snow,
• Lucretius, I. 63.