I LOVE THE BLUSH. I LOVE the blush of early morn, When sparkling o'er the verdant lawn, 'Tis then I muse on Mary's smile, I love the mildly pensive ray, When gleaming 'mid the close of day, 'Tis then fond memory, whispering says, While throbs my bosom move, That such is Mary's tender gaze, And such her glance of love. ETERNITY. THE shadowy reign of time had passed away, The last shrill trump had waked the distant shore; In glittering ranks, bestud the trackless plain; Dread UNCREATE-The life of DEITY was there. Its awful signet shall remain untold; No strains in heaven may tell, no curse in hell shall dare The dreadful years of dark ETERNITY declare. IMPROMPTU, OCCASIONED BY THE REJECTION OF THE BILL, RECENTLY INTRODUCED INTO THE HOUSE OF DELEGATES OF MARYLAND, TO ALTER THE CONSTITUTION SO AS TO PLACE THE JEWS ON AN EQUAL FOOTING WITH THE CHRISTIANS, AS IT REGARDS POLITICAL RIGHTS. WHAT, still reject the fated race, Thus long denied repose; Say, flows not in each Jewish vein, A tide as pure, as free from stain, Do ye not yet the times discern, Be error quick to darkness hurled, For HE, who died to save a world, SWEET Warbler of the painted vest, The condar vast, the wren minute, Thou claim'st my sympathy and love; For still in some sequestered grove, Thou dost indulge thy artless moan, And lov'st to sing and sigh alone. |