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The festal eve o'er earth and sky,

Jo her sunset robe looks bright; And the purple hills of Sicily,

With their vineyards, laugh in light.
From the marble cities of her plains

Glad voices mingling swell ;
But with yet more loud and lofty strains

They shall hail the vesper-bell.
Oh! sweet the tones when the summer breeze

Their cadence wafts afar,
To float o'er the blue Sicilian seas,

As they gleam to the first pale star.
The shepherd greets them on his height,

The hermit in his cell;
But a deeper power sball breathe to-night,

In the sound of the vesper-bell.

SONG OF THE CID. (Founded on a passage in Southey's Chronicle.) 'Twas the deep mid-watch of the silent night,

And Leon in slumber lay,
When a sound wen: forth in rushing might,

Like an army on its way!
In the stillness of the hour,
When the dreams of sleep have power,

And men forget the day.
Through the dark and lonely streets it went;

Till the slumberers awoke in dread;
The sound of a passing armament,

With the charger's stony tread,
There was heard no trumpet's peal,
But the heavy tramp of steel,

As a lrosts, to combat ted:

Through the dark and lonely streets it pass'd,

And the hollow pavement rang,
And the towers as with a sweeping blast,

Rock'd to the stormy clang!
But the march of the viewless train
Went on to a royal fane,

Where a priest his night-hymn sang.
There was a knocking that shook the marble floor;

And a voice at the gate, wbich said ? That the Cid Ruy Diar, the Campeador,

Was there in his arms array’d;
And that with him from the tomb,
Had the Count Gonzalez come,

With a host, uprisen to aid;
And they came for the buried king that lay

At rest in that ancient fane ;
For he must be array'd on the battle-day,

With them, to deliver Spain!"
Then the march went sounding on,
And the Moors, by noontide sun,

Were dust on Tolosa's plain.


THERE was heard a song on the chiming sea,
A mingled breathing of grief and glee;
Man's voice, unbroken by sighs, was there,
Filling with triumph the sunny air;
or fresh green lands, and of pastures new
It sang, while the bark through the surges flew.

But ever and anon

A murmur of farewell
Told, by its plaintive tone,

That from woman's lip it fell.
" Away, away, o'er the foaming main!”
This was the free and joyous strain-
« There are clearer skies than ours, afar
We will shape our course by a brighter star;

There are plains whose verdure no foot hath press'd, And whose wealth is all for the first brave guest.”

“But alas! that we should go,”

Sang the farewell voices then,
"From the homesteads warm and low,

By the brook and in the glen."
We will rear new homes, under trees that glow
As if gems were the fruitage of every bough;
O'er our white walls we will train the vine,
And sit in its shadow at day's decline,
And watch our herds as they range at will
Through the green savannas, all bright and still.

“ But wo for that sweet shade

Of the flowering orchard trees,
Where first our children play'd

'Midst the birds and honey-bees !"
"All, all, our own shall the forests be,
As to the bound of the roe-buck free!
None shall say, ' hither, no farther pass!
We will track each step through the wavy.grass !
We will chase the elk in his speed and might,
And bring proud spoils to the bearth at night."

" But oh! the gray church-tower,

And the sound of the Sabbath bell,
And the shelter'd garden bower-

We have bid them all farewell !" « We will give the names of our fearless race 'To each bright river whose course we trace; We will leave our memory with mounts and floods, Aud the path of our daring in boundless woods! And our works unto many a lake's green shore, Where the Indian's graves lay alone before !"

" But who shall teach the flowers,

Which our children lov'd, to dwell
In a soil that is not ours?

-Home, home, and friends farewell !"


O'ER the level plain where mountains

Greet me as go,
O'er the desert waste where fountains

At my bidding flow,
On the boundless beam by day,

On the cloud by night,
I am rushing hence away!

Who will chain my flight?
War his weary watch was keeping ;

I have crush'd his spear;
Grief within her bower weeping,

I have dried her tear;
Pleasure caught a minute's hold

Then I hurried by,
Leaving all her banquet cold,

And her goblet dry.
Power had won a throne of glory-

Where is now his fame?
Genius said " I live in story ;'

Who hath heard his name? Love, beneath a myrtle bough,

Whisper'd—“Why so fasi ?!
And the roses on his brow

Wither'd as I pass'd.
I have heard the heifer lowing

O'er the wild wave's bed,
I have seen the billows flowing

Where the caule fed ;
Where began my wanderings ?

Memory will not say ;
Where will rest my weary wiugs?

Science turps away.


-Where hath not woman stood,
Strong in affection's might?
A reed, upborne
By an o'ermaturing current!

Gentle and lovely form,

What didst thou here,
When the fierce battle storm

Bore duwn the spear ?
Banner and shiver'd crest

Beside thee strown,
Tell, that amidst the best

Thy work' was done!
Low lies the stately head,

Earth-bound the free :
How gave those haughty dead

A place to thee?
Slumberer! thine early bier

Friends should have crown'd,
Many a flower and tear

Shedding around.
Soft voices, dear and young,

Mingling their swell,
Should o'er thy dust have sung

Earth's last farewell..
Sisters, above the grave

Cf thy repose,
Should have bid violets wave

With the white rose.
Now must the trumpet's nole,

Savage and sbrill,
For requiem o'er thee float,

Thou fair and still !

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