While there divinely dreaming Of fairies, fays, and flowers, And still in fancy seeming To revel in those bowersFair Poesy espied her, And, taking up her Lyre, Seated herself beside her, And touched the trembling wire. Startled, but not affrighted, She swept the Lyre again, Till every cord delighted Breathed out its sweetest strain : And while those strains were dying In echo's faintest tone, 'I would,' she said, deep sighing, 'This Lyre were all my own.' Music just then awaking, Replied with gentle mien, Your right to it, fair queen! Is named and crowned most meetly LYRIC POETRY. 97 Fair Poesy, deep blushing, Gave music back the toy, While through her heart was rushing 'Nay, lovely sister! hear me, 'With me do thou abide, 'Forever one and near me, 'My throne thou shalt divide. 'When from their breathing slumbers 'Thou pour'st sweet strains along, I'll catch the airy numbers, 'And weave them into song. 'I'll cull fair flowers, and warm them 'With spirit from above, 'And thou shalt all inform them 'With melody and love.' Thus formed, this fond alliance THE INFANT SAMUEL. BY EPHRAIM PEABODY. "Then Samuel answered, speak Lord; for thy servant heareth." IN childhood's spring,-ah! blessed spring! And to a Father's voice replies, 'Speak Lord, thy servant hears.' When youth shall come,-ah! blessed youth! If still the pure heart glows, And in the world and word of God, Its Maker's language knows ; THE INFANT SAMUEL. If in the night and in the day, Midst youthful joys or fears, The trusting heart can answer still 'Speak Lord, thy servant hears.' When age shall come,-ah ! blessed If in its lengthening shade, age ! When life grows faint and earthly lights Recede and sink and fade, Ah, blessed age! if then heaven's light Dawn on the closing eye, And Faith unto the call of God Can answer,' Here am I.' 99 APOSTROPHE TO THE OCEAN. BY CHARLES H. BROWN. HALE, dark old ocean! wild and loud And through the heavens' re-echoing vaults Thou art the same mysterious sea, As when, long ages past, The silent moon first on thy tide Its golden radiance cast. The eternal hills, the rocks and caves Proclaim thy deeds of old, When o'er this sin-devoted world Thy mighty deluge rolled. |