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TOMB OF MADAM LANGHANS.
Of us they told the seers
Who walked on earth as powers;
To guard our mountain towers.
Before his gifted sight
With hero-footsteps bright,
Was Glyndwr's path of light!
ON THE TOMB OF MADAME LANGHANS.
" To a mysteriously consorted pair,
How many hopes were borne upon thy bier,
How many hopes have sprung in radiance hence !
“My child, my child, thou leav'st me!-I shall hear
* Part of the monumental inscription.
Unto thy mother's bosom, since the days
This was a mother's parting with her child
But the farewell was said ; and on the deep, When its breast heaved in sunset's golden sleep, With a stilled heart, young Madeline, ere long, Poured forth her own low solemn vesper-song To chiming waves. Through stillness heard afar, And duly rising with the first pale star, That voice was on the waters; till at last The sounding ocean-solitudes were passed, And the bright land was reached; the youthful world, That glows along the West: the sails were furled In its clear sunshine; and the gentle bride Looked on the home, which promised hearts untried A bower of bliss to be. Alas! we trace The map of our own paths; and long ere years With their dull steps the brilliant lines efface, Comes the swift storm, and blots them out in tears. That home was darkened soon : the summer's breeze Welcomed with death the wanderers from the seas! Death unto one! and anguish, how forlorn To her that, widowed in her marriage-morn, Sat in the lonely dwelling, whence with him, Her bosom's first beloved, her friend and guide, Joy had gone forth, and left the green earth dim, As from the sun shut out on every side, By the close veil of misery. Oh! but ill, When with rich hopes o'erfraught, the young high heart Bears its first blow! It knows not yet the part Which life will teach to suffer and be still!
And with submissive love, to count the flowers Which yet are spared; and through the future hours To send no busy dream! She had not learned Of sorrow till that blight, and therefore turned In weariness from life. Then came th' unrest, The vague sad yearnings of the exile's breast; The haunting sounds of voices far away, And household steps : until at last she lay On her lone couch of sickness-lost in dreams Of the gay vineyards and blue glancing streams, Of her own sunny land and murmuring oft Familiar names in accents wild, yet soft, To strangers round that bed, who knew not aught of the deep spells wherewith each word was fraught. To strangers ?-oh! could strangers raise the head, Gently as her's was raised ?-did strangers shed The kindly tears which bathed that pale young brow, And feverish cheek, with half unconscious flow?Something was there, that through the heavy night Outwatches patiently the taper's light; Something that bows out to the day's distress, That knows not change, that fears not weariness : Love, true and perfect love!-Whence came that power, Upbearing through the storm the fragile flower ? Whence ?--who an ask?--the long delirium passed, And from her eyes the spirit looked at last Into her mother's face !-and, wakening, knew The brow's calm grace, the hair's dear silvery hue The kind, sweet smile of old!-And had she come, Thus in life's evening from her distant home, To save her child ? Even so. Nor yet in vainIn that young heart a light sprung up again! And lovely still, with so much love to give, Seemed this fair world, though faded ; still to live Was not to pine forsaken! On the breast That rocked her childhood, falling in soft resim "Sweet mother! gentlest mother!-can it be?" The lorn one cried" And do I gaze on thee? Take home thy wanderer from this fatal shore Peace shall be our's, amidst our vines once more!'
THE WINGS OF THE DOVE.
THE WINGS OF THE DOVE.
“Oh! that I had the wings of a Dove, that I might flee away and
be at rest!"
On! for thy wings, thou dove!
That borne like thee above,
Where wilt thou fold those plumes,
In what rich leafy glooms,
Over what blessed home,
O fair as Ocean's foam !
Or seek'st thou some old shrine
Tho still, as if divine,
Yet wherefore ask thy way?
Unto the greenwood spray