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TO A LADY.

In thee alone, my brightest, fairest, best!
My wandering heart seeks refuge like the dove;
Bearing the olive branch of peace and love,
To find sweet shelter in its ark of rest;
My flight has been wide o'er the angry wave,
or bower nor tree nor mantling wine was there;
But, like rich pearls deep in some ocean cave,
Were hidden all things beautiful and fair.
Send me not forth again! though the blue sky
Smile o'er the emerald garniture of Earth,
Leaves, buds and roses spring once more to birth,
And on the air float songs of melody;
Still to its resting-place, that dove would flee—
Angel of beauty, shall it dwell with thee?

BENJAMIN. --

ROMANCE OF CID RAMON.

I REMEMBER thee, Granada |
Cid Ramon spurr'd his good steed fast,
His thousand score were near;
And from Sevilla's walls aghast,
The watchmen fled with fear:
For Afric's Emir lay around,
The town was leaguer'd sore,
And king Mohammed wept with shame
To be a king no more.
I remember thee, Granada!

The Emir's powers were round and nigh,
Like locusts on the sward; , , .
And when Cid Ramon spurr'd his steed,
They struck him fast and hard.
“But,” quoth the Cid," a knight am I,
With crucifix and spear; .
And for Mohammed ride I on,
And for his daughter dear. - o
I remember thee, Granada!

“Cheer up, dark king, and wail no more,
Let tears no longer flow;
Of Christian men a thousand score
Have I to smite thy foe.
The king Alfonso greets thee well:
Kiss thou the cross, and pray:
And ere thou say'st the Ave o'er,
The Emir I will slay.”
I remember thee, Granada!

“Or let the African be slain,
Or let the Emir slay,
I will not kiss the cross of Christ,
Nor to his Mother pray.
A camel-driver will I live,
With Yussef for my lord,
Or ere I kiss the Christian's cross,
To win the Christian's sword.”
I remember thee, Granada!

“Mohammed, now thou griev'st me much-
Alfonso is my king:
But let Suleya kiss the cross,
And let her wear the ring.
The crucifix the bride .# bear,
Her lord shall couch the spear;
And still I'll smite thy foe for thee,
And for thy daughter dear.”
I remember thee, Granada!

Then up Suleya rose, and spoke,
“I love Cid Ramon well;
But not to win his heart or sword,
Will I my faith compel.
With Yussef, cruel though he be,
A bond-maid will I rove,
Or ere I kiss the Christian's cross,
To win the Christian's love.”
I remember thee, Granada!

“Suleya! now thou grievest me much—
A thousand score have I;
But, saving for a Christian's life,
They dare not strike or die.
Alfonso is my king, and thus
Commands my king to me:
But, for that Christian, all shall strike,
If my true love she be.”
I remember thee, Granada!

“Ill loves the love, who, ere he loves,
Demands a sacrifice:
Who serves myself, must serve my sire,
And serve without a price.
Let Yussef come with sword and spear,
To fetter and to rend;
I choose me vet a Moorish foe
Before a Christian friend!”—
I remember thee, Granada!

“Ill loves the love, who pins his love
Upon a point of creed;
And balances in selfish doubt,
At such a time of need.
His heart is loosed, his hands untied,
And he shall yet be free
To wear the cross, and break the ring,
Who will not die for me!”
I remember thee, Granada!

The Emir's cry went up to heaven:
Cid Ramon rode awav-

“Ye o not fight, my thousand score,
For Christian friend to-day.

But tell the king, I bide his hest,
Albeit my heart be sore;

Of all his troops, I give but one
To perish for the Moor.”

I remember thee, Granada!

The Emir's cry went up to heaven;

His howling hosts came on;
Down fell Sevilla's tottering walls,
The thousand score were gone.
And at the palace-gate, in blood,
The Arab Emir raves;
He sat upon Mohammed's throne,
And look'd upon his slaves.
I remember thee, Granada!

“The lives of all that saithful be,
This good day, will I spare;
But woe betide or kings or boors,
That currish Christians are "-
Up rode Cid Ramon bleeding fast;
The princess wept to see;—
“No cross was kiss'd, no prayer was said,
But still I die for thee!”
I remember thee, Granada!

The Moorish maid she kiss'd the cross,
She knelt upon her knee;—
“I kiss the cross, I say the prayer,
Because thou diest for me.
To buy thy thousand score of swords,
I would not give my faith;
But now I take the good cross up,
To follow thee in death.”
I remember thee, Granada!

“Holy Maria! Come to us,
And take us to the blest;
In the true blood of love and faith,
Receive us to thy rest!”—
The Emir struck in bitter wrath,
Sharp fell the Arab blade;
And Mary took the Cid to heaven,
And bless'd the Christian maid.
I remember thee, Granada!
DR. BIRD.

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BUT ever and anon of griefs subdued,
There comes a token like a scorpion's sting,
Scarce seen but with fresh tenderness imbued;
And slight withal may be the things which bring
Back on the heart the weight ". it could fling
Aside for ever; it may be a sound—
A tone of music—summer's eve—or spring,
A flower—the wind-–the ocean—which shall wound,
sidocine chain where with we are darkly
und ;

And how and why we know not, nor can trace
Home to its cloud this lightning of the mind,
But feel the shock renew'd, nor can efface
The blight and blackening which it leaves behind,
Which out of things familiar, undesign'd,
When least we deem of such, calls up to view
The spectres whom no exorcism can bind,
The cold—the *.*.*. the dead—anew,
The mourn'd, the loved, the lost—too many; yet
how few '
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How calmly gliding through the dark-blue sky
The j moon ascends! Her placid beams,
Through thinly scatter'd leaves and boughs grotesque,
Mottle with mazy shades the orchard slope;
Here o'er the chestnut's fretted foliage, gray.
And massy, motionless they spread; here shine
Upon the crags, deepening with blacker night
Their chasms; and there the glittering argentry
Ripples and glances on the confluent streams.

A. '. purer light than that of da
Rests on the hills; and, oh, how awfully
Into the deep and o firmament

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