THE STAR-SEER.

CANTO FIFTH.

The Last Seal.

ON sped the hours of bliss: on sped the Star

Rapidly towards its western bourn afar,

Serenely splendent and leaf after leaf,

Of the dread Volume, oped each morn, of grief
Spake not as yet across the firmament

Of Love's bright heaven, no warring winds had sent

Even the shadow of a cloud: the rill

Of true felicity, in sunshine still,

Undimmed by one dark drop of sadness, rolled

With silvery lapse o'er sparkling sands of gold: 0 And EDEN smiled more sweetly every hour,

All rife with roses, round the Bridal-bower.

II.

'Tis a calm summer's eve. O, who are they,

In fragrant grot, beneath that turret grey,
Lovingly seated, gazing on CALDENE,

With all its rocks, woods, waters, in the sheen

♦ Of the full moon rejoicing? Lend thine ear,

As to his bride thus speaks the rapt STAR-SEER :

"There is a beauty in the sylvan vale, When sunset gilds the foliage; and the gale, ?..

Like a pervading spirit, with a sigh,

Salutes each flower and leaf it passes by ;

There is a spell-voice in the rippling rills,

And the soft gush of song from shadowy hills,