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Cheered by this hope she bends her thither ;

Still laughs the radiant eye of Heaven,

Nor have the golden bowers of Even
In the rich West begun to wither ;-
When, o'er the vale of Balbec winging

Slowly, she sees a child at play,
Among the rosy wild-flowers singing,
As
rosy

and as wild as they ;
Chasing, with eager hands and eyes,
The beautiful blue damsel-flies,
That fluttered round the jasmine stems,
Like winged flowers or flying gems :-
Aud, near the boy, who tired with play,
Now nestling 'mid the roses lay,
She saw a wearied man dismount

From his hot steed, and on the brink
Of a small imaret's rustic fount

Impatient fling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard brow he turned

To the fair child, who fearless sat,
Though never yet hath day-beam burned

Upon a brow more fierce than that,
Sullenly fierce-a mixture dire,
Like thunder-clouds, of gloom and fire !
In which the Peri's eye could read
Dark tales of many a ruthless deed ;
The ruined maid—the shrine profaned-
Oaths broken-and the threshold stained
With blood of guests !—there written, all,
Black as the damning drops that fall
From the denouncing Angel's pen,
Ere Mercy weeps them out again!

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Yet tranquil now that man of crime
(As if the balmy evening time
Softened his spirit), looked and lay,
Watching the rosy infant's play -
Though still, whene'er his eye by chance
Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance

Met that unclouded, joyous gaze,

As torches, that have burnt all night
Through some impure and godless rite,

Encounter morning's glorious rays.

But hark! the vesper-call to prayer,

As slow the orb of daylight sets,
Is rising sweetly on the air,

From Syria's thousand minarets !
The boy has started from the bed
Of flowers, where he had laid his head,
And down

upon the fragrant sod
Kneels, with his forehead to the south,
Lisping the eternal name of God

From purity's own cherub mouth,
And looking, while his hands and eyes
Are lifted to the glowing skies,
Like a stray babe of Paradise,
Just lighted on that flowery plain,
And seeking for its home again!
Oh, 'twas a sight—that Heaven—that Child-
A scene, which might have well beguiled
Ev'n haughty Eblis of a sigh
For glories lost and peace gone by !

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And how felt he, the wretched Man
Reclining there—while memory ran
O'er many a year of guilt and strife,
Flew o'er the dark flood of his life,
Nor found one sunny resting-place,
Nor brought him back one branch of grace ?
• There was a time,' he said, in mild,
Heart-humbled tones—thou blessed child
When young and haply pure as thou,
I looked and prayed like thee-but now'-
He hung his head-each nobler aim

And hope and feeling, which had slept
From boyhood's hour, that instant came

Fresh o'er him, and he wept-he wept !

Blest tears of soul-felt penitence !

In whose benign, redeeming flow

Is felt the first, the only sense

Of guiltless joy that guilt can know. “There's a drop,' said the Peri, 'that down from the moon Falls through the withering airs of June Upon Egypt's land, of so healing a power, So balmy a virtue, that ev'n in the hour That drop descends, contagion dies, And health reanimates earth and skies !Oh, is it not thus, thou man of sin,

The precious tears of repentance fall ?
Though foul thy fiery plagues within,

One heavenly drop hath dispelled them all!'
And now—behold him kneeling there
By the child's side, in humble prayer,
While the same sunbeam shines upon
The guilty and the guiltless one,
And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven
The Triumph of a soul Forgiven!

'Twas when the golden orb had set,
While on their knees they lingered yet,
There fell a light, more lovely far
Than ever came from sun or star,
Upon the tear that, warm and meek,
Dewed that repentant sinner's cheek:
To mortal eye this light might seem
A northern flash or meteor beam
But well the enraptured Peri knew
'Twas a bright smile the Angel threw
From Heaven's gate, to hail that tear
Her harbinger of glory near!

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'Joy, joy for ever! my task is done-
The Gates are passed, and Heaven is won !'

JAMES HOGG: 1770-1835.

James Hogg, 'the Ettrick Shepherd,' was born in the vale of Ettrick,

Selkirkshire. After some less successful attempts in verse, he produced in 1813 a group of tales, entitled The Queen's Wake, which established his reputation as one of the first Scottish poets. Hogg had previously taken a sheep-farm, which proved a disastrous speculation. He now leased a large farm from the Duke of Buccleuch, but, this also proving unsuccessful, he henceforth devoted himself to literary labours. His works both in poetry and prose are very numerous; but The Queen's Wake and his Songs are the most popular of his productions.

THE SKYLARK.

Bird of the wilderness,

Blithesome and cumberless,
Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea!

Emblem of happiness,

Blest is thy dwelling-place-
O to abide in the desert with thee!

Wild is thy lay and loud,

Far in the downy cloud,
Love gives it energy, love gave it birth,

Where, on thy dewy wing,

Where art thou journeying ?
Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.

O'er fell and fountain sheen,

O'er moor and mountain green,
O'er the red streamer that heralds the day,

Over the cloudlet dim,

Over the rainbow's rim,
Musical cherub, soar, singing, away!

Then, when the gloaming comes,

Low in the heather blooms,
Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be!

Emblem of happiness,

Blest is thy dwelling-place-
O to abide in the desert with thee!

Is felt the first, the only sense

Of guiltless joy that guilt can know. “There's a drop, said the Peri, 'that down from the moon Falls through the withering airs of June Upon Egypt's land, of so healing a power, So balmy a virtue, that ev'n in the hour That drop descends, contagion dies, And health reanimates earth and skies !Oh, is it not thus, thou man of sin,

The precious tears of repentance fall ?
Though foul thy fiery plagues within,

One heavenly drop hath dispelled them all!'
And now—behold him kneeling there
By the child's side, in humble prayer,
While the same sunbeam shines upon
The guilty and the guiltless one,
And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven
The Triumph of a soul Forgiven !

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