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Or, no less skeptic, sin will have an end,
And thy purged spirit with the holy blend
In joys as holy? Why a sinner now?
As falls the tree, so lies it. So shalt thou.
God's Book, thou doubter, holds the plain record.
Dar’st talk of hopes and doubts against that Word ?
Dar’st palter with it in a quibbling sense ?
That Book shall judge thee when thou passest hence.
Then, with thy spirit from the body freed,
Thou’lt know, thou’lt see, thou'lt feel what's life, indeed.

Bursting to life, thy dominant desire
Will upward flame, like a fierce forest fire ;
Then, like a sea of fire, heave, roar, and dash-
Roll up its lowest depths in waves, and flash
A wild disaster round, like its own wo
Each wave cry,

“ Wo for ever!” in its flow,
And then pass on-from far adown its path
Send back commingling sounds of wo and wrath
Th’indomitable Will then know no sway :-
God calls—Man, hear Him; quit that fearful way!

Come, listen to His voice who died to save
Lost man, and raise him from his moral grave;
From darkness showed a path of light to heaven;
Cried, “ Rise and walk; thy sins are all forgiven."

Blest are the pure in heart. Would'st thou be blest?
He'll cleanse thy spotted soul. Would'st thou find rest?
Around thy toils and cares he'll breathe a calm,
And to thy wounded spirit lay a balm,
From fear draw love, and teach thee where to seek
Lost strength and grandeur, with the bowed and meek.

Come lowly ; He will help thee. Lay aside
That subtle, first of evils-human pride.
Know God, and, so, thyself; and be afraid
To call aught poor or low that he has made.
Fear naught but sin ; love all but sin; and learn
How that, in all things else, thou may’st discern
His forming, his creating power-how bind
Earth, self and brother to th’ Eternal Mind.

Linked with th' Immortal, immortality Begins e’en here. For what is time to thee,

To whose cleared sight the night is turned to day,
And that but changing life, miscalled decay?

Is it not glorious, then, from thy own heart
To pour a stream of life?-to make a part
With thy eternal spirit things that rot,-
That, looked on for a moment, are forgot,
But to thy opening vision pass to take
New forms of life, and in new beauties wake?

To thee the falling leaf but fades to bear
Its hues and odors to some fresher air;
Some passing sound floats by to yonder sphere,
That softly answers to thy listening ear.
In one eternal round they go and come;
And where they travel, there hast thou a home
For thy far-reaching thoughts.—0, Power Divine,
Has this poor worm a spirit so like thine ?
Unwrap its folds, and clear its wings to go!
Would I could quit earth, sin, and care, and wo!
Nay, rather let me use the world aright:
Thus make me ready for my upward flight.

A Demon's false Description of his Race of fallen Intelli.

gences. A Scene from Hadad.-HILLHOUSE.

Lest some dark Minister be near us now.

Hadad. You wrong them. They are bright Intelligences,
Robbed of some native splendor, and cast down,
'Tis true, fronı heaven; but not deformed, and foul,
Revengeful, malice-working fiends, as fools
Suppose. They dwell, like princes, in the clouds;
Sun their bright pinions in the middle sky;
Or arch their palaces beneath the hills,
With stones inestimable studded so,
That sun or stars were useless there.

Tam. Good heavens !

Had. He bade me look on rugged Caucasus,
Crag piled on crag beyond the utmost ken,
Naked, and wild, as if creation's ruins
Were heaped in one immeasurable chain
Of barren mountains, beaten by the storms

Of everlasting winter. But within
Are glorious palaces, and domes of light,
Irradiate halls, and crystal colonnades,
Vaults set with gems, the purchase of a crown,
Blazing with lustre past the noon-tide beam,
Or, with a milder beauty, mimicking
The mystic signs of changeful Mazzaroth.

Tam. Unheard of splendor!

Had. There they dwell, and muse,
And wander; Beings beautiful, immortal,
Minds vast as heaven, capacious as the sky,
Whose thoughts connect past, present, and to come,
And glow with light intense, imperishable.
Thus, in the sparry chambers of the sea
And air-pavilions, rainbow tabernacles,
They study Nature's secrets, and enjoy
No poor dominion.

Tam. Are they beautiful,
And powerful far beyond the human race?

Had. Man's feeble heart cannot conceive it. When
The sage described them, fiery eloquence
Flowed from his lips, his bosom heaved, his eyes
Grew bright and mystical; moved by the theme,
Like one who feels a deity within.

Tam. Wondrous!—What intercourse have they with men?

Had. Sometimes they deign to intermix with man, But oft with woman.

Tam. Hah! with woman?

Had. She
Attracts them with her gentler virtues, soft,
And beautiful, and heavenly, like themselves.
They have been known to love her with a passion
Stronger than human.

Tan. That surpasses all
You yet have told me.

Had. This the sage affirms; And Moses, darkly.

Tam. How do they appear?
How manifest their love?

Had. Sometimes 'tis spiritual, signified
By beatific dreams, or more distinct
And glorious apparition.—They have stooped
To animate a human form, and love
Like mortals.

Tam. Frightful to be so beloved !

Who could endure the horrid thought!-What makes
Thy cold hand tremble? or is’t mine
That feels so deathy?

Had. Dark imaginations haunt me
When I recall the dreadful interview.

Tam. O, tell them not-I would not hear them.

Had. But v:hy contemn a Spirit's love? so high,
So glorious, if he haply deigned ?-

Tam. Forswear
My Maker! love a Demon!

Had. N0-0, no-
My thoughts but wandered—Oft, alas! they wander.

Tam. Why dost thou speak so sadly now ?-and lo!
Thine eyes are fixed again upon Arcturus.
Thus ever, when thy drooping spirits ebb,
Thou gazest on that star. Hath it the power
To cause or cure thy melancholy mood ?-

[He appears lost in thought.] Tell me, ascrib’st thou influence to the stars ? Had. (starting.) The stars ! What know'st thou of the

Tam. I know that they were made to rule the night.
Had. Like palace lamps ! thou echoest well thy grandsire.
Woman! the stars are living, glorious,
Amazing, infinite !

Tam. Speak not so wildly:-
I know them numberless, resplendent, set
As symbols of the countless, countless years
That make eternity.

Had. Eternity!
Oh! mighty, glorious, miserable thought!-
Had ye endured like those great sufferers,
Like them, seen ages, myriad ages roll;
Could ye but look into the void abyss
With eyes experienced, unobscured by torments,
Then mightst thou name it, name it feelingly.
Tam. What ails thee, Hadad ?

-Draw me not so close. Had. Tamar! I need thy love-more than thy loveTam. Thy cheek is wet with tears--Nay, let us part'Tis late I cannot, must not linger.

[Breaks from him, and exit.] Had. Loved and abhorred !-Still, still accursed !

[He paces, twice or thrice, up and down, with passionate gestures ; then turns his face to the sky, and stands a moment in silence.]

-Oh! where,
In the illimitable space, in what
Profound of untried misery, when all
His worlds, his rolling orbs of light, that fill
With life and beauty yonder infinite,
Their radiant journey run, for ever set,
Where, where, in what abyss shall I be groaning ?


Hadad's Description of the City of David.-HILLHOUSE.

'Tis so;—the hoary harper sings aright;
How beautiful is Zion !-Like a queen,
Armed with a helm in virgin loveliness,
Her heaving bosom in a bossy cuirass,
She sits aloft, begirt with battlements
And bulwarks swelling from the rock, to guard
The sacred courts, pavilions, palaces,
Soft gleaming through the umbrage of the woods
Which tuft her summit, and, like raven tresses,
Wave their dark beauty round the tower of David.
Resplendent with a thousand golden bucklers,
The embrazures of alabaster shine;
Hailed by the pilgrims of the desert, bound
To Judah's mart with orient merchandise.
But not, for thou art fair and turret-crowned,
Wet with the choicest dew of heaven, and blessed
With golden fruits, and gales of frankincense,
Dwell I beneath thine ample curtains. Here,
Where saints and prophets teach, where the stern law
Still speaks in thunder, where chief angels watch,
And where the Glory hovers, here I war.


WHEN evening spreads her shades around,

And darkness fills the arch of heaven;
When not a murmur, not a sound,

To Fancy's sportive ear is given;

* The remains and a biographical sketch of this remarkable girl were published last year by Mr. Samuel F. B. Morse. An interesting review f the volume appeared soon after in the London Quarterly : we are int

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