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Test of all sumless agonies,

Behold not me expire.
My lips that speak thy dirge of death,
Their rounded grasp and gurgling breath

To see thou shalt not boast.
The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall-
The majesty of darkness shall

Receive my parting ghost !

This spirit shall return to Him

That gave its heavenly spark;
Yet think not, Sun, it shall be dim

When thou thyself art dark !
No! it shall live again, and shine
In bliss unknown to beams of thine;

By him recalled to breath,
Who captive led captivity,
Who robbed the grave of Victory-

And took the sting from Death!

Go, Sun, while Mercy holds me up

On Nature's awful waste,
To drink this last and bitter cup

Of grief that man shall taste-
Go, tell the night that hides thy face,
Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race,

On Earth’s sepulchral clod,
The darkening universe defy
To quench his Immortality,
Or shake his trust in God !

CAMPBELL.

THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.

Our bugles sang truce-for the night-cloud had lower'd,

And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered,

The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.

When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,

By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw,

And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.

Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array,

Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track: 'Twas Autumn and sunshine arose on the way

To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back.

I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft

In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft,

And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.

Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore,

From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o’er,

And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart.

Stay, stay with us-rest, thou art weary and worn;

And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay : But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.

CAMPBELL.

LOVE'S DISSENSIONS.

Alas! how light a cause may move
Dissension between hearts that love!
Hearts that the world in vain had tried,
And sorrow but more closely tied;
That stood the storm when waves were rough,
Yet in a sunny hour fall off,
Like ships that have gone down at sea
When heaven was all tranquillity!
A something, light as air-a look,

A word unkind, or wrongly taken-
O love, that tempests never slook,

A breath, a touch like this, hath shaken;
And ruder words will soon rush in
To spread the breach that words begin;
And eyes forget the gentle ray
They wore in courtship's smiling day;
And voices lose the tone that shed
A tenderness round all they said ;
Till fast declining, one by one,
The sweetnesses of love are gone,
And hearts, so lately mingled, seem
Like broken clouds—or like the stream
That smiling lest the mountain's brow,

As though its waters ne'er could sever,
Yet ere it reach the plain below,
Breaks into floods that part for ever.

MOORE. THE GLORY OF GOD IN NATURE.

Thou art, O God, the life and light

Of all this wondrous world we see:
Its glow by day, its smile by night,

Are but reflections caught from thee!
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.

When Day with farewell beam delays,

Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze

Through golden vistas into heaven; Those hues that mark the day's decline, So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.

When Night, with wings of stormy gloom,

O’ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume

Is sparkling with a thousand dyes,
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.

When youthful Spring around us breathes,

Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh, And every flower the Summer wreathes,

Is born beneath that kindling eye; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.

MOORE.

JERUSALEM. Fallen is thy throne, O Israel !

Silence is o'er thy plains ! Thy dwellings all lic desolate,

Thy children weep in chains. Where are the dews that fed theo

On Etham's barren shore ! The fire from heaven that led theo,

Now lights that path no more !

Lord, thou didst love Jerusalem;

Once she was all thing own! Her love thy sairest heritage,

Her power thy glory's throne, Till evil came and blighted

Thy long-loved olive-tree, And Salem's shrines were lighted

For other gods than thoo.

Then sank the star of Solyma,

Then passed her glory's day, Like hoath that in the wilderness

The light wind whirls away. Silent and wasto her bowers,

Where once the mighty trod; And sunk those guilty towers,

Where Baal reigned as God.

“Go," said the Lord, “ yo conquerors,

Stoop in her blood your sworda, And raze to earth her battlements,

For they are not the Lord's.

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