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For sure she deemed her mortal part was o'er,
And she was sailing to the heavenly shore ;
Was some good Spirit sent to be her guide.
And never yet did form more beautiful,
Nor, like a vision of delight,
Of human form divine was he,
Even such as that divinest form shall be
When no infirmity,
The wings of Eagle or of Cherubim
Had seemed unworthy him :
Angelic power and dignity and grace
When all the stars of midnight's canopy
Reflecting back to heaven a brighter blue. Such was their tint when closed, but when outspread,
Tyrian dye, Tyrian purple, ob
The permeating light
Now bright as when the Rose,
From Douro's generous vine,
The Orient, like a shrine,
And heralding his way,
Thus glorious were the wings
Nor these alone
Or as the chaster hue
The buoyant air, and now in gentler flight,
Through air and sunshine sails the Ship of Heaven,
Far far beneath them lies
Douro's generous vine. Port
wine, so called from Oporto, &
city on the river Douro, in Portugal.
The gross and heavy atmosphere of earth;
And with the Swerga gales,
The Maid of mortal birth
At every breath a new delight inhales. And now toward its port the Ship of Heaven,
Swift as a falling meteor, shapes its flight,
Yet gently as the dews of night that gem,
“ Daughter of Earth,” Ereenia cried, " alight;
Lo, here my bower of bliss !”
Graceful as robes of Grecian chief of old,
eyes around in joyful wonder roam, Now turned upon the lovely Glendoveer,
Now on his heavenly home.
CAMPBELL.--Born, 1777; Died, 1814
Thomas Campbell was born in Glasgow, and became famous at the age of 18, by the publication of “ The Pleasures of Hope.” His lyrics, of which the finest are here given, are perhaps unequalled.
YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND.
That guard our native seas;
The battle and the breeze;
Your glorious standard launch again,
And sweep through the deep,
The spirits of your fathers
Shall start from every wave!
And ocean was their grave;
As ye sweep through the deep,
Britannia needs no bulwarks,
No towers along the steep;
Her home is on the deep.
As they roar on the shore,
| Blake, a great sea-general, as Admirals were then called, of the time of the Commonweath.
z Vollies from her ships.
The meteor-flag of England
Shall yet terrific burn;
And the star of peace return.
To the fame of your name,
BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN.1
On Linden, where the sun was low,
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
But Linden saw another sight,
The darkness of her scenery.
By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
i Campbell saw the battle of Hohen
linden, which was fought between the French and Austrians, from
the top of a Bavarian monastery. The date of the battle was Dec. 3, 1800. Linden is in Bavaria.