The beautiful white lily pillows its bright hea Within the dell, Within the rocky clefts they love to hide; And hang adventurous on the steep hill-side Or rugged fell, Where the young eagle waves his wings in yo In the green sea Of forest leaves, where nature wanton plays, They humbler bloom; though through the ve The tulip-tree Its golden chalice oft triumphantly displays: And, of pure white, Embedded mid its glossy leaves on high, The locust's airy tassels scent the ambient sk But oh! ye bowers Ye valleys where the spring perpetual reigns, And myriad blossoms o'er the purple plains Exuberant showers How fancy revels in your lovelier domains! HEBREW MELODY. 279 All love the light; Yet, in ethereal beauty, too, arrayed, What flowers unnumbered spring within the shade, Comes unaware-and then incontinent they fade! And thus they bloom, And thus their lives ambrosial breathe away; And the same doom Youth, beauty, flower, alike consigns to swift decay. HEBREW MELODY. BY PROSPER M. WETMORE. "Judah mourneth, and the gates thereof languish; they are black unto the ground; and the cry of Jerusalem is gone up."—JEREMIAH. Он, Judah! thy dwellings are sad Thy children are weeping around, In sackcloth their bosoms are clad As they look on the famishing ground: Bb For the frown of Jehovah hath come, And his anger is red in the sky! Thy tender ones throng at the brink, Of the gush of the stream from its cell- The hearts of the mighty are bowed, As they shriek the wild note of despair. Oh, Jerusalem! mourn through thy halls, And bend to the dust in thy shame; The doom that thy spirit appals, Is famine-the sword-and the flame! SEE how yon flaming herald treads She rends the clinging sea, Bb 282 THE STEAMBOAT. The morning spray, like sea-born flowers, Falls round her fast, in ringing showers, With every wave that swells; And flaming o'er the midnight deep, In lurid fringes thrown, The living gems of ocean sweep Along her flashing zone. With clashing wheel, and lifting keel, And smoking torch on high, When winds are loud, and billows reel, She thunders foaming by! When seas are silent and serene, With even beam she glides, The sunshine glimmering through the green That skirts her gleaming sides. Now, like a wild nymph, far apart |