Or gambol, each with his shadow at his side, XXXI. Lo! where she stands fixed in a saint-like trance, One upward hand, as if she needed rest Nor wants her eyeball an ethereal glance; But not the less-nay, more - that countenance, While thus illumined, tells of painful strife Lived thankful for day's light, for daily bread, For health, and time in obvious duty spent. XXXII. TO A PAINTER. ALL praise the Likeness by thy skill portrayed; Eyes unbedimmed, see bloom that cannot fade, And smiles that from their birthplace ne'er shall flee Into the land where ghosts and phantoms be; Which hold, whate'er to common sight appears, XXXIII. ON THE SAME SUBJECT. THOUGH I beheld at first with blank surprise sprung XXXV. 'Tis He whose yester-evening's high disdain Beat back the roaring storm, - but how subdued His day-break note, a sad vicissitude! Does the hour's drowsy weight his glee restrain? He can pour forth his spirit. In heaven above, XXXVI. O WHAT a Wreck! how changed in mien and speech! Yet though dread Powers, that work in mystery, spin Entanglings of the brain, though shadows stretch O'er the chilled heart — reflect; far, far within Hers is a holy Being, freed from Sin. She is not what she seems, a forlorn wretch, But delegated Spirits comfort fetch To her from heights that Reason may not win. Like Children, she is privileged to hold communior: boù u Eve and move, Vist er u shallow Farth their ways unfold, by kummed by Beaver's pitying love; Low niing mnocence no long to last, h then her our sins and sorrows past. t of gathering wool from hedge and brake, Ta mist Little-ones rejoice that soon I noc vic Dame wil hiess them for the boon: peasut suuched for reckless pleasure's sake. Car ponu and show ally one heart-born grief? Pams vari the Warid infics can she requite? Na ir a mess however brief: The siem zhanghas that search for steadfast light, Love mam ber degchs, and Dery in her might, And Faith-these only yield secure relief. A PLEA FIE AUTHORS, MAT, 1858. FAILING impartial measure to dispense |