THE CHARMED PICTURE. Look on me thus, when sudden glee In vain, in vain!-too soon are felt Sweet face that o'er my childhood shone, Thus ever shadowing back my own, The rapid and the strange? 69 Whence are they charm'd-those earnest eyes? -I know the mystery well! In mine own trembling bosom lies Of Memory, Conscience, Love, 'tis born- On thy pure thoughtful brow! PARTING WORDS. One struggle more and I am free. - BYRON. LEAVE me, oh! leave me! - unto all below That I may part in peace! Leave me!thy footstep, with its lightest sound, Wakes in my soul a feeling too profound, I hear thy whisper-and the warm tears gush The past looks on me from thy mournful eye, PARTING WORDS. Shut out the sunshine from my dying room, 71 Too much-and death is here! Doth our own spring make happy music now, If I could but draw courage from the light Bearing all strength away! Leave me! thou com'st between my heart and Heaven! I would be still, in voiceless prayer to die! Why must our souls thus love, and then be riven? -Return! thy parting 'wakes mine agony! -Oh, yet awhile delay! THE MESSAGE TO THE DEAD." THOU'RT passing hence, my brother! And from the hills, and from the hearth, But thou, my friend, my brother! Thou'rt speeding to the shore Where the dirge-like tone of parting words Tell, then, our friend of boyhood, On the blue mountains, whence his youth "Messages from the living to the dead are not uncommon in the Highlands. The Gael have such a ceaseless consciousness of immortality, that their departed friends are considered as merely absent for a time, and permitted to relieve the hours of separation by occasional intercourse with the objects of their earliest affections."-See the notes to Mrs. Brunton's Works. 73 MESSAGE TO THE DEAD. The light of his exulting brow, Are on me still-Oh! still I trust And tell our fair young sister, Her soft, deep eyes look through my dreams, Tell her my heart within me burns Once more that gaze to meet ! And tell our white-hair'd father, And tell our gentle mother, Happy thou art that soon, how soon, Oh! brother, brother! may I dwell, 7 |