GREECE. And fame her light is pouring still, 109 Where science raised her sacred fane, Thy sun hath set, the evening storm Gone is thy glory's diadem, And freedom never more shall cease To pour her mournful requiem O'er blighted, lost, degraded Greece! THE CORAL GROVE. BY J. G. PERCIVAL. DEEP in the wave is a coral grove, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Their boughs, where the tides and billows flow; The water is calm and still below, For the winds and the waves are absent there, And the sands are bright as the stars that glow In the motionless fields of upper air: There, with its waving blade of green, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen To blush like a banner bathed in slaughter: There, with a light and easy motion, 112 THE CORAL GROVE. The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe, when the wrathful Spirit of storms, Has made the top of the waves his own: And when the ship from his fury flies, Where the myriad voices of Ocean roar, When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies, And demons are waiting the wreck on shore; Then, far below, in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet and goldfish rove, Where the waters murmur tranquilly, Through the bending twigs of the coral grove. SCENE AFTER A SUMMER SHOWER. BY A. NORTON. THE rain is o'er. How dense and bright In grateful silence, earth receives The softened sunbeams pour around Mid yon rich clouds' voluptuous pile, Methinks some spirit of the air Might rest to gaze below awhile, Then turn to bathe and revel there. |