THE WATER LILY. FELICIA D. B. HEMANS. H! beautiful thou art, Thou sculpture-like and stately River-Queen! Crowning the depths, as with the light serene heart. Of a pure Bright lily of the wave! Rising in fearless grace with every swell, Thou seem'st as if a spirit meekly brave Dwelt in thy cell: Lifting alike thy head Of placid beauty, feminine yet free, Whether with foam or pictured azure spread What is like thee, fair flower, The gentle and the firm? thus bearing up As to the shower? Oh! Love is most like thee, The love of woman; quivering to the blast Through every nerve, yet rooted deep and fast, 'MidstLife's dark sea. And Faith-O, is not faith Like thee, too, Lily, springing into light, Still buoyantly above the billows' might, Through the storm's breath? Yes, link'd with such high thought, Flower, let thine image in my bosom lie! Till something there of its own purity And peace be wrought: Something yet more divine Than the clear, pearly, virgin lustre shed Forth from thy breast upon the river's bed, As from a shrine. THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB. LORD BYRON. HE Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold, gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Gal. ilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, A And there lay the steed with his nostrils all wide, But through them there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail; And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, ANGEL VISITS. MRS. HEMANS. RE ye forever to your skies departed? Oh! will ye visit this dim world no more? Ye, whose bright wings a solemn splendor darted Through Eden's fresh and flowering shades of yore? Now are the fountains dried on that sweet spot, Yet, by your shining eyes not all forsaken, From you, the veil of midnight darkness rending, On those bright steps between the earth and sky; |