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THE IMAGE IN LAVA.*
THOU thing of years departed!
Since here the mournful seal was set
By love and agony!
Temple and tower have moulder'd,
Empires from earth have pass'd,
And woman's heart hath left a trace
Those glories to outlast!
* The impression of a woman's form, with an infant clasped to the bosom, found at the uncovering of Herculaneum.
And childhood's fragile image
Survives the proud memorials rear'd
Babe! wert thou brightly slumbering
A strange dark fate o'ertook you,
Haply of that fond bosom,
On ashes here impress'd,
Perchance all vainly lavish'd,
Its other love had been,
And where it trusted, nought remain'd
But thorns on which to lean.
Far better then to perish,
Thy form within its clasp,
Than live and lose thee, precious one!
Oh! I could pass all relics
To gaze on this rude monument,
Love, human love! what art thou?
Outlives the cities of renown
Wherein the mighty trust!
Immortal, oh! immortal
Thou art, whose earthly glow
Hath given these ashes holiness
It must, it must be so!
THE LAST WISH.
"Well may I weep to leave this world-thee-all these beautiful woods, and plains, and hills."
Lights and Shadows.
Go to the forest-shade,
Seek thou the well-known glade,
Where, heavy with sweet dew, the violets lie,
Like dark eyes fill'd with sleep,
And bath'd in hues of summer's midnight sky.
Bring me their buds, to shed
Around my dying bed,