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Where science raised her sacred fane,
Its summit peering to the sky; Upon thy clime the midnight deep
Of ignorance hath brooded long; And in the tomb, forgotten, sleep
The sons of science and of song.
Thy sun hath set, the evening storm
Hath passed in giant fury by, To blast the beauty of thy form,
And spread its pall upon thy sky : 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, Where the purple mullet and goldfish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine, The floor is of sand like the mountain drift,
And the pearl-shells spangle the flinty snow; From coral rocks the sea-plants lift
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,
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
Yon pearly clouds reposing lie!
Contrasting with the dark blue sky!
In grateful silence, earth receives
The general blessing; fresh and fair,
As glad the common joy to share.
The softened sunbeams pour around
A fairy light, uncertain, pale ;
Is breathing odours on the gale.
Mid yon rich clouds' voluptuous pile,
Methinks some spirit of the air
Then turn to bathe and revel there.
The sun breaks forth; from off the scene
Its floating veil of mist is flung; And all the wilderness of green
With trembling drops of light is hung.
Now gaze on Nature—yet the same
Glowing with life, by breezes fanned, Luxuriant, lovely, as she came,
Fresh in her youth, from God's own hand.
Hear the rich music of that voice,
Which sounds from all below, above ; She calls her children to rejoice,
And round them throws her arms of love.
Drink in her influence; low-born care,
And all the train of mean desire, Refuse to breathe this holy air,
And ’mid this living light expire.