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Sweet day!-so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky; The dew shall weep thy fall to night;
For thou must die !
Sweet rose !-whose hue, angry and brave,
Bids the rash gazer wipe bis eye : Thy root is ever in its grave,
And thou must die!
Gay spring ! so full of sweets and bloom,
A casket stored with every joy ; Thy evening music tolls thy doom ;
For thou must die!
Virtue alone unfading flower !
Whose root nor time nor death can sever, Though final flames all else devour, Shall live for ever!
Herbert. PARADISE AND THE PERI.
FROM LALLA ROOKH.
One morn a Peri at the gate
Of life within, like music flowing,
Through the half-open portal glowing, She wept to think her recreant race Should ere have lost that glorious place.
• How happy,' exclaimed this child of air, • Are the holy spirits that wander there,
'Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall ; Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, And the stars themselves have flowers for me,
One blossom of heaven out-blooms them all!
Though sunny the lake of cool Cashmere, With its plane-tree isle reflected clear,
And sweetly the founts of that valley fall ; Though bright are the waters of Sing-Su-Hay, And the golden floods that thitherward stray, Yet-oh 'tis only the blest can say
How the waters of heaven outsbine them all !
• Go wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far
As the universe spreads its flaming wall ; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless year's
One minute of heaven is worth them all!'
The glorious angel, who was keeping
From Eden's fountain when it lies
Blooms no where but in Paradise !
The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this eternal gate
The gift that is most dear to heaven!
Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin ;'Tis sweet to let the pardoned in !
Rapidly as comets run
But whither shall the spirit go
Where was there ever a gem that shone
While thus she mused, her pinions fanned
With human blood--the smell of death
Mingled his taint with every breath