Shedding the calm of their celestial mien. Had burden'd her full soul. But now, oh! now, Of its immortal voice in triumph broke, The soft pure air Came floating through that hall-the Grecian air, Borne on the battling waves of love and death, "I go, I go ! Thou sun! thou golden sun! I go Far from thy light to dwell: Thou shalt not find my place below, Dim is that world--bright sun of Greece, farewell! "The laurel and the glorious rose O'er the dark wave I haste from them and thee. "Yet doth my spirit faint to part? -I mourn thee not, O sun! Joy, solemn joy, o'erflows my heart: Sing me triumphal songs !-my crown is won! "Let not a voice of weeping riseMy heart is girt with power! Let the green earth and festal skies Laugh, as to grace a conqueror's closing hour! "For thee, for thee, my bosom's lord! Thee, my soul's loved! I die; Thine is the torch of life restored, Mine, mine the rapture, mine the victory! "Now may the boundless love, that lay Unfathom'd still before, In one consuming burst find way— In one bright flood all, all its riches pour ! "Thou know'st, thou know'st what love is now! Its glory and its might Are they not written on my brow? And will that image ever quit thy sight? "No! deathless in thy faithful breast, There shall my memory keep Its own bright altar-place of rest, While o'er my grave the cypress branches weep. "Oh, the glad light!-the light is fair, The soft breeze warm and free; And rich notes fill the scented air, And all are gifts-my love's last gifts to thee! "Take me to thy warm heart once more! Night falls-my pulse beats low: Seek not to quicken, to restoreJoy is in every pang. I go, I go ! "I feel thy tears, I feel thy breath, I meet thy fond look still; Keen is the strife of love and death; Faint and yet fainter grows my bosom's thrill. "Yet swells the tide of rapture strong, Though mists o'ershade mine eye! -Sing, Pæan! sing a conqueror's song! For thee, for thee, my spirit's lord, I die !" THE HOME OF LOVE. THOU mov'st in visions, Love! Around thy way, ["The brightly associated hours' she passed with Mrs Lawrence, have been alluded to by Mrs Hemans, in the dedication to the National Lyrics,' and recorded by her friend, and the sister of her friend, Colonel D'Aguilar,' in her own affectionate Recollections.' The Books and Flowers 1 of Wavertree Hall were ever fondly identified with their dear mistress; and, years after the enjoyment of them had passed away from all senses but memory, she who was then herself, too, passing away,' thus tenderly alluded to them from her sick couch at Redesdale :- When I write to you, my imagination always brightens, and pleasant thoughts of lovely flowers, and dear old books, and strains of antique Italian melody, come floating over me, as Bacon says the rich scents go to and fro like music in the air.'"] |