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WHEN shall we three meet again?
Oft shall death and sorrow reign,
Ere: we three shall meet again.
And, in fancy's wide domain,
Oft shall we three meet again.
Long may this loved hour remain,
Oft may we three meet again.
His hammock swung loose at the sport of the wind';
And visions of happiness'.. danced o'er his mind'. He dreamed of his home', of his dear native bowers',
And pleasures that waited on life's merry morn"; While memory stood sideways', half covered with flowers',
And restored every rose', but secreted its thorn'. Then fancy her magical pinions spread wide',
And bade the young dreamer in ecstacy rise':Now', far', far behind him the green waters glide',
And the cot of his forefathers' .. blesses his eyes'.
The jessamine'.. clambers in flowers o'er the thatch',
And the swallow'.. sings sweet from her nest in the wall'; All trembling with transport', he raises the latch',
And the voices of loved ones' .. reply to his call'. A father bends o'er him with looks of delight';
His cheek is impearled with a mother's warm tear', And the lips of the boy'.. in a love-kiss unite'
With the lips of the maid whom his bosom holds dear!. The heart of the sleeper' .. beats high in his breast';
Joy quickens his pulse':-all hardships seem o'er', And a murmur of happiness' .. steals through his rest'
“O God'! thou hast blessed me'-I ask for no more." Ah'! what is that flame which now bursts on his eye'?
Ah'! what is that sound which now larums his ear'? 'Tis the lightning's red glare', painting hell on the sky':
'Tis the crash of the thunder', the groan of the sphere'. He springs from his hammock'—he flies to the deck';
Amazement confronts him with images dire -
The masts fly in splinters'—the shrouds are on fire'!
In vain the lost wretch' .. calls on Mary to save'; Unseen hands of spirits'.. are ringing his knell',
And the death-angel flaps his broad wings o'er the wave'. Oh', sailor-bôy'! wôe to thy dream of delight'!
In darkness dissolves the gay frost-work of bliss Where now is the picture that fancy touched bright'
Thy parents' fond pleasures', and love's honeyed kiss'? Oh', sailor-boy'! sailor-boy'! never again
Shall home', love', or kindred', thy wishes repay': Unblessed and unhonoured', down deep in the main',
Full many a score fathom', thy frame shall decay'. No tomb shall e'er plead to remembrance for thee',
Or redeem form or frame from the merciless surge';
And winds in the midnight of winter', thy dirge'.
Around thy white bones' .. the red coral shall grow';
And every part suit to thy mansion below'. Days', years', and ages', shall circle away',
And still the vast waters'.. above thee shall roll': Earth loses thy pattern forever and aye'
Oh', sailor-bôy'! sailor-bôy'! peace to thy soul'.
It must be so —Plato', thou reasonest well-
* Fardel, oppressive burden,
And intimates eternity to man'.
[Laying his hand on his sword.
The stars shall fade away', the sun himself
Cease', fond nature', cease thy strife',
And let me languish into life?
Drowns my spirit', draws my breath'?
Tell me', my soul, can this be death'?
With sounds seraphick ring'!
o death'! where is thy sting'?
SECTION I. The Alhambra by Moonlight.-IRVING. I HAVE given a picture of my apartment on my first taking possession of it': a few evenings have produced a thorough change in the scene and in my feelings'. The moon', which then was invisible', has gradually gained upon the nights', and now rolls in full splendour above the towers', pouring a flood of tempered light into every court and hall'. The garden beneath my window, is gently lighted up'; the orange and citron trees'. . are tipped with silver'; the fountain'b. . sparkles in the moonbeams'; and even the blush of the rose'. . is faintly visible'.
I have sat for hours at my window', inhaling the sweetness of the garden', and musing on the chequered features of those whose history is dimly shadowed out in the elegant memorials around'. Sometimes I have issued forth at midnight'. . when every thing was quiet', and have wandered over the whole building'. Who can do justice to a moonlight night in such a climate', and in such a place'! The temperature of an Anda. Jusian midnight in summer', is perfectly ethereal'. We seem Jifted up into a purer atmosphere'; there is a serenity of soul', a buoyancy of spirits', an elasticity of frame', that render mere existence'd. . enjoyment'. The effect of moonlight', too', on the Alhambra', has something like enchantment'e. Every rent and chasm of time', every mouldering tint and weather-stain', disappears'; the marble resumes its original whiteness'; the long colonnades brighten in the moonbeams'; the halls are illuminated with a softened radiance', until the whole edifice reminds one of the enchanted palace of an Arabian tale'. At such a time', I have ascended to the little pavilion', called the queen's toilette', to enjoy its varied and extensive prospect'. To the right', the snowy summits of the Sierra Nevada', would gleam',
•PÔz-zésh'ån. Föůn'tin-not, föůn'tn. Fe'tshůrz. Eg-zist'ensen not, unse. •En-tshånt'ment-not, munt. (Ra'dd-anse-not, unse.