Nor be it thought the Muse doth here upbraid

The courteous fair, who, ere her youth hath flown,

Is fated still to blossom and to fade

In maiden solitude:-Her worth is known

In meek-eyed charities, so stilly prone

To all the gentle courtesies of life;

And blest were many a wight, in attic lone,

Could he, from such fair phalanx, in love's strife, Win that best boon of Heaven, life's bosom friend, a Wife.

Some gaze upon the wide-spanned dome above, Lit with unnumbered lamps of living light; While other eyes o'er the blue waters rove, And mark the calm in reveries of delight. Refreshing airs play round the brow of night,While fond anticipations cheer the breast, Of favoring winds, the morrow dawning bright, The ship in easy course, no longer pressed, Till, moored within the port, both ship and voy'gers rest.

Some muse of home, the friends beloved so well,
Long parted, and with studious thought retrace
Scenes far away,—the grove, the flowery dell,
The cottage roof, each well-remembered place,
And many a smiling, unforgotten face,

The playmates of life's spring:-The spirit yearns
To clasp them in the warm, the fond embrace.
While faithful memory the past discerns,

For home, delightful home, the ardent bosom burns.

me seek repose, whence they shall wake no more, Ill the last trump arouse the sleeping dead! E en now remorseless Death is hovering o'er The fated ship, with sable pinion spread. Atropos waits to cut the fatal thread,

Whence life suspends above the yawning grave: Youth, beauty, loveliness, the hoary bd. Childhood and innocence, no arm may save,— Supine shall be their sleep beneath the dark-blag wave.

Now rose the orbed Sultana of the Light,
Her silver tresses dripping in the main;
O'er the vast concave threw a smile of light,
And veiled in pearly sheen the starry train
A few, her sparkling retinue, remain

To wait upon their Queen, as do wn the air
She bends in beauty o'er her wide domain,
Similes on the sleeping Isles, absolved fr
And in the deep surveys her charis r

Di na rules the night-It is the hour
When Love does homage to the wak, fa' -
When Beauty dons her charms, lik
Night blooming Cereus, of gracefal »
When Donnas list behind the lattice
Their gallants' vows breathed from
Which float voluptu us through th

Disarm reserve, the casement »