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The march of hosts that haste to meet Seems gayer than the dance to me; The lute's sweet tones are not so sweet

As the fierce shout of victory.

TO A CLOUD.

BEAUTIFUL cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air !

Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while below Thy shadow o'er the vale moves slow; Where, midst their labor, pause the reaper train,

As cool it comes along the grain. Beautiful cloud! I would I were with thee

In thy calm way o'er land and sea: To rest on thy unrolling skirts, and look On Earth as on an open book;

On streams that tie her realms with silver bands,
And the long ways that seam her lands;
And hear her humming cities, and the sound
Of the great ocean breaking round.
Ay-I would sail, upon thy air-borne car,
To blooming regions distant far,
To where the sun of Andalusia shines
On his own olive-groves and vines,
Or the soft lights of Italy's clear sky
In smiles upon her ruins lie.

But I would woo the winds to let us rest
O'er Greece long fettered and oppressed,
Whose sons at length have heard the call that

comes

From the old battle-fields and tombs, And risen, and drawn the sword, and on the foe Have dealt the swift and desperate blow, And the Othman power is cloven, and the stroke Has touched its chains, and they are broke.

Ay, we would linger till the sunset there
Should come, to purple all the air,
And thou reflect upon the sacred ground
The ruddy radiance streaming round.

Bright meteor! for the summer noontide made !
Thy peerless beauty yet shall fade.

The sun, that fills with light each glistening fold,
Shall set, and leave thee dark and cold :
The blast shalt rend thy skirts, or thou mayst

frown

In the dark heaven when storms come down; And weep in rain till man's inquiring eye Miss thee, for ever, from the sky.

THE MURDERED TRAVELLER.

WHEN spring, to woods and wastes around, Brought bloom and joy again,

The murdered traveller's bones were found, Far down a narrow glen.

The fragrant birch, above him, hung
Her tassels in the sky;

And many a vernal blossom sprung,
And nodded careless bv.

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