Nath. Two full years Hath he abode in Jewry. Tam. Prophet, think How he was nurtured-in the faith of idols.- Abroad through nature's works, and yet must rise- Tam. Familiar as thyself. Nath. I think thou said'st he had surveyed the world? Tam. From Ethiopia to the farthest East, Cities, and tribes, and nations. He can speak Of hundred-gated Thebes, towered Babylon, And mightier Nineveh, vast Palibothra, Serendib anchored by the gates of morning, Renowned Benares, where the sages teach The mystery of the soul, and that famed seat Where fleets and warriors from Elishah's Isles Besieged the Beauty, where great Memnon fell;— Of temples, groves, and superstitious caves Filled with strange symbols of the Deity; Of wondrous mountains, desert-circled seas, Isles of the ocean, lovely Paradises, Set, like unfading emeralds, in the deep. Nath. Yet manhood scarce confirms his cheek. His thirst of knowledge has achieved; the wish To gather from the wise eternal truth. Nath. Not found where he has sought it, and has led Thy wandering fancy. Tam. O, might I relate But I bethink me, father, of a thing Like that you asked. Sometimes, when I'm alone, Just ere his coming, I have heard a sound, A strange, mysterious, melancholy sound, Like music in the air. Anon he enters. Nath. Ha! is this oft? Tam. 'Tis not unfrequent. When thou'rt alone? Tam. I have not heard it else. Nath. Tam. A sound like what? Like wild, sad music, father; More moving than the lute or viol touched By skilful fingers. Wailing in the air, It seems around me, and withdraws as when One looks and lingers for a last adieu. Nath. Just ere he enters? Tam. At his step it dies. Nath. Mark me.-Thou know'st 'tis held by righteous men, That Heaven intrusts us all to watching spirits, Who ward us from the tempter.-This I deem Some intimation of an unseen danger. Tam. But whence? Nath. Time may reveal: meanwhile, I warn thee, Trust not thyself alone with Hadad. Tam. Father, Nath. I lay not to his charge; I know, in sooth, Tam. Seer, I will avoid it. Nath. All is ominous : The oracles are mute, dreams warn no more, Resigned us for a season. Times like these [Exit Nath.] Love blend with reverence, as my lips described Meetly refined, and tempered, to receive How art thou changed! All tenderness you seemed, Extract from " The Airs of Palestine."-PIERPONT. ON Arno's bosom, as he calmly flows, Of waveless water, rests her radiant head. How dark the mountain's shade! How still the scene! On dewy leaves, that overhang the deep, Nor dare to whisper through the boughs, nor stir Hark! 'tis a convent's bell:-its midnight chime: Chant round a sister's dark and narrow bed, The Falls of Niagara.-BRAINARD. THE thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain, And spoke in that loud voice, which seemed to him, And notch His cent'ries in the eternal rocks. Deep calleth unto deep. And what are we, From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side! In his short life, to thy unceasing roar! At Musing Hour.-THOMAS WELLS. Ar musing hour of twilight gray, I love to walk the churchyard way: To me, congenial is the place Where yew and cypress grow; And, as the lonely spot I pass I think, like them, how soon, alas ! Like them, I think, when I am gone, Yet, ah!—and let me lightly tread !— Her image 'tis-to memory dear- Evergreens.-PINKNEY. WHEN summer's sunny hues adorn But when the tints of autumn have The landscape that cold shadow shows Thus thoughts that frown upon our mirth Will smile upon our sorrow, And many dark fears of to-day May be bright hopes to-morrow. The Flower Spirit.-ANONYMOUS. I AM the spirit that dwells in the flower; |