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THE EVENING STAR.
Lo! in the painted oriel of the West,
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, With banners, by great gales incessant fanned, Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain! Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne, Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand Outstretched with benedictions o'er the land, Blessing the farms through all thy vast do
main ! Thy shield is the red harvest-moon, suspended So long beneath the heaven's o’erhanging
eaves ; Thy steps are by the farmer's prayers at
tended; Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves; And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid, Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden
DANTE. Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms
of gloom, With thoughtful pace, and sad, majestic eyes, Stern thoughts and awful from thy soul arise, Like Farinata from his fiery tomb. Thy sacred song is like the trump of doom; Yet in thy heart what human sympathies, What soft compassion glows, as in the skies The tender stars their clouded lamps relume! Methinks I see thee stand, with pallid cheeks, By Fra Hilario in his diocese, As up the convent-walls, in golden streaks, The ascending sunbeams mark the day's de
crease ; And, as he asks what there the stranger seeks, Thy voice along the cloister whispers,“ Peace!"
THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS.
FROM THE GERMAN OF HEINRICH HEINE.
THE sea bath its pearls,
The heaven hath its stars ; But my heart, my heart,
My heart hath its love.
Great are the sea and the heaven ;
Yet greater is my heart,
Flashes and beams my love.
Come unto my great heart; My heart, and the sea, and the heaven
Are melting away with love!
FROM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU.
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