In yon sepulchral room,

Alone a childless mother comes to seal
The lids of death, and on the marble lip
Imprint a long and last,—the parting kiss.
And shall the worm of putrefaction feed
On that young form, of beauty's finest mould?
The light and life of twelve enchanted years,
All sunk and shaded in remorseless dust!—
O, agony! could thawing tears the soul
Dissolve, let suff'ring nature shed them now.

Believe, and fear not! in the blackest cloud A sunbeam hides; and from the deepest pang Some hidden mercy may a God declare! There as she stood, delirious, rack'd, and wild, The Saviour enter'd, and his soothing glance Fell on the mother's torn and troubled heart, As moonlight on the ocean's haggard scene! The wailing minstrel, and the dirge of death, He bade them cease;- The maiden is not dead, But sleepeth!'

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Soft o'er each deaden'd cheek the rosy light Of cherub slumber steals! the eyes unfold, And lift their veiny lids, as matin flowers When dew and sunshine fascinate their gaze; In red and smiling play her lips relax, And, delicate as music's dying fall,

The throb of life begins!-she moves, she breathes, The dead hath risen, and a living child

Sinks on the bosom of maternal love!

JERUSALEM.

JERUSALEM, forlorn Judean Queen!

Girt with the grandeur of eternal hills, How art thou fallen from thy sacred height Of splendour and renown! Unhallow'd now, Save by the tombs and memory of the past: Hush'd are thy trumpets, that enrapt the air With Jubilee,-when Freedom burst the chain Of captives, heart with heart embraced, and eye To eye beam'd fellowship; while not an ear But feasted on that soul-awaking sound!— The Temple vast,-whose architect was God Himself, when first the giant fabric grew, That matchless pile, on which religion gazed With haughty glance, where Glory dwelt enshrin'd; Where is it now? Dead as the Roman dust, That erst, with living valour fired, uncrown'd Thy queenly pride, and palsied thy vast walls, Strewing the plains with atoms of thy strength! And yet, where yonder marbled courts, and mosques With sun-gilt minarets, like glitt'ring peaks Of mountain-tops, are seen, a Prophet stood, And in a vision saw predestin'd Time Advancing, with dark Ruin on his wings, To shatter thee, and sprinkle the wide earth With orphans of thy race. How scornful rang Thy laughter, when such vision was unroll'd! But when thy hills were echoed with the cry Of Desolation, moaning her despair, Many a demon on the viewless winds

Exulted, shouting with revengeful joy,
"Thus sink the glories of great Palestine !"

JESUS DISCOURSING WITH THE DOCTORS.

In the temple, lo! He stands,

With priest and sage, and vested rabbis mix'd,
The lost One lingers?-on His brow the light
Of Godhead! from His lips a stream of words
Is flowing, fraught with unresisted power,
That shook all hearts, the ear of age entranced,
And through the Spirit pour'd celestial rays
Which had not shone before! Each look'd on each
Astounded; wisdom seem'd a thing unwise
By man announced-Divinity was there!

JOHNSON'S STUDY IN PEMBROKE
COLLEGE.

As here I view these venerable walls,

And slow, as in some fane, my footstep falls,
Young hearts would echo to a welcome strain,
And feel as I do, Johnson live again!

O'er Time's vast sea a cent'ry's waves have roll'd,
And many a knell hath unregarded knoll'd,
Since, fondly wrapt in meditative gloom,
The sage of England sat in this lone room:
Yet, well may Fancy, at yon ev'ning fire
Behold him seated; and when moods inspire,
As Sorrow droop'd, or Hope her wings unfurl'd,
His spirit hover through the varied world

Of life and conduct, fortune, truth, or fate
His future glory, and his present state :

Or when the noon-shine reign'd in golden pow'r,
And dimly smil'd some melancholy tow'r,
Muse at his window with far-wand'ring eye,
And feel the freshness of enchanted sky;
Or round the gateway woo admiring ears
To listen, while he charm'd beyond his years,
By spoken magic, or electric wit

That flash'd severe, yet sparkled where it hit :-
A bright deception! far too often seen
To hide the heart where agony has been:
Oh! hideous mockery the mind endures,
To forge a smile whose merriment allures,
To gild a moment with fictitious ray,
Yet feel a viper on the spirit prey!
Departed Soul! how oft, when laughter fed
Upon the frolic which thy fancy bred,
And happy natures, as they saw thee smile,
Seem'd mingling with thy sunny heart awhile,
Back to thy chamber didst thou darkly steal,
And there the hell of thine own bosom feel!
Then sink to slumber with a burning brain,—
To-morrow wake, and wear that smile again!

LISLE BOWLES.

AND thou, whose ever-gentle page is fraught With the sweet lore poetic sadness taught, Not unremember'd let thy name be found, Where Genius hallows an enchanted ground.— Upon that brow the seal of time hath set A mournful grace, but left no dark regret For wither'd years, whose flowery bloom remains In the pure freshness of Aonian strains. Yet oft will mem'ry in creative gloom,

Muse fondly sad o'er many a distant tomb,
Where moulder forms that brighten❜d other days,
Whose eyes have glisten'd o'er thy youthful lays!—
Thy noontide spent, serener twilight glows
Around thy spirit, like a soft repose,

And oft I turn, when fancy wanders free,
Romantic Bowles! to bless a thought with thee:
Oh! long in Bremhill may the village chime
Sound the sweet music of departing time,
And fairy echoes, as they float along,
Awaken visions that were born in song,

Of hope and fame, when first impassion'd youth
Their beauty painted on a world of truth.

LONDON-ITS VICES.

MYRIADS of domes, and temples huge, or high,
And thickly wedded, like the ancient trees
That in unviolated forests frown;

Myriads of streets, whose river-windings flow