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One of so perfect form, and finished grace,
That those who moved around her, were but foils
Heightening the one sole diamond. When I look
On one so fair, I must believe that Heaven

Sent her in kindness, that our hearts might waken
To its own loveliness, and lift themselves

By such an adoration from a dark

And grovelling world. Such beauty should be worshipped,

And not a thought of weakness or decay

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Should mingle with the pure and hallowed dreams,
In which it dwells before us. It should live
Eternal; or, if it must pass away,

And lose one tint of its now perfect brightness,
Let it be hidden from me, for the sense,
That all this glow must fade, falls on my heart,
Like the cold weight of death.

THE VENETIAN GONDOLIER.

Here rest the weary oar!-soft airs
Breathe out in the o'erarching sky;
And Night!-sweet Night-serenely wears
A smile of peace ;-her noon is nigh.

Where the tall fir in quiet stands,

And waves, embracing the chaste shores,

Move o'er sea-shells and bright sands,~
Is heard the sound of dipping oars.

Swift o'er the wave the light bark springs, Love's midnight hour draws lingering near: And list!-his tuneful viol strings

The young Venetian Gondolier.

Lo! on the silver-mirrored deep,

On earth, and her embosomed lakes, And where the silent rivers sweepFrom the thin cloud fair moonlight breaks.

Soft music breaths around, and dies
On the calm bosom of the sea;
Whilst in her cell the novice sighs
Her vespers to her rosary.

At their dim altars bow fair forms,
In tender charity for those,
That, helpless left to life's rude storms,
Have never found this calm repose.

The bell swings to its midnight chime,
Relieved against the deep blue sky!-
Haste!-dip the oar again!—'t is time
To seek Genevra's balcony.

EUTHANASIA.

My hour has come, I lay me down
With the dark grave in view;
And hoping for a heavenly crown,
I bid the world adieu.

The angry forms of earth are fled,
The gentle in decay;

For me no golden beams are shed,
My eyes are closed for aye.

One sense remains. I feel a hand
That gently grasps my own;
I deem it one by sorrow fanned,
So tremulous its tone.

If it be thine, my gentle bride!
Grieve not thy fond heart thus;
For, though the grave awhile divide,
Death opens a Heaven to us.

I asked of God an easy death,
And he has heard my prayer;
My soul ebbs like the zephyr's breath
When noon-day calms the air.

A little throbbing of my heart
Weak as an infant's cry;-

If thus life's links are rent apart
Why are we loth to die?

I deemed of tortures in death's hour, Of fevered brain and limb,

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And of unearthly forms that lower,
When the eye waxes dim.

My dreams in death have other mould,
Forms beautiful and bright

Are with me-not the beaten gold
Shines like those shapes of light.

I'm sinking as a bird on wing
Drops from his soaring high;
Comes to my tongue a faltering,
And darkness to my eye.
Oh! lift the mighty hill of snow
From off my frozen breast;

I come the scene is closed below,
And I enjoy a rest.

A SONG OVER THE GRAVE OF A LOVER.

Aye, flowers may glow

In new born beauty, and the rosy spring
To deck the earth its sparkling wreaths may bring,
But where art thou?

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Of flowers in freshest infancy I wreathe,

Their transient life of fragrancy to breathe
Upon thy tomb.

And I have sought

The lowly violet, that in shade appears,
Shrinking from view like young love's tender fears,
With sweetness fraught;

And rosebuds too,

Crimson as young Aurora's blush, or white
As woman's cheek when touched by sorrow's blight,
O'er thee I strew;

And flowers, that close

Their buds beneath the sun, but pure and pale
Ope their sweet blossom 'neath the dewy veil,
That evening throws.

The fragrant leaves

Of the white lily too with these I twine-
The drooping lily-that seems born to shine
Where true love grieves.

There will be none

To deck thy grave with flowers, and chant for thee These snatches of remembered melody,

When I am gone.

But thou shalt have

A gift more precious than the buds I fling→
A broken heart!-my latest offering

Upon thy grave.

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