The night-bird's song that sweetly floats Lo! yonder shines that window's light, And now again it shines as bright, When those dear eyes can shine no more. Then hurry from this place away! It gives not now the bliss it gave ; For Death has made its charm his prey, And joy is buried in her grave. G. CRABBE. CCCX DESPAIR THERE is a winter in my soul, A winter of despair: Oh when will spring its rage control? A dawn of glory on my heart, Thus Northern Lights the gloom adorn, And give the promise of a dawn That never turns to day. ANON. CCCXI DIRCE STAND close around, ye Stygian set, That he is old, and she a shade. Love ran with me, then walk'd, then sate, Then said, Come! come! it grows too late: And then he would have gone, but-noYou caught his eye; he could not go. W. S. LANDOR. CCCXII DIRGE AT SEA SLEEP!-we give thee to the wave, Sleep! thy billowy field is won, Lonely, lonely is thy bed, Never there may flower be shed, Yet thy record on the sea, Borne through battle high and free, CCCXIII MRS. HEMANS. YOUTH AND AGE Now, between us all and Him, How without his cheering eye We are cold, very cold,— Reigns for us in heaven and earth; Tepid embers, where still lingers If She will not, of her grace, Of what He was, in Life and Heart, Can have no other end but Death. CCCXIV LORD HOUGHTON. LAST LINES No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God, within my breast, Almighty, ever present Deity! Life-that in me has rest, As I-undying Life-have power in thee! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts: unutterably vain; Or idlest froth amid the boundless main, |