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BEHOLD THE PLACE WHERE THEY LAID HIM.

Royal founts! a regal throng

Stray your glittering streams among;
High-born maidens, statesmen hoary,
Warriors cover'd o'er with glory;
Music's mirth-inspiring strains
Echo o'er the verdant plains;

But ye are not half so sweet
As the rills where violets greet
Their first gushing forth to light;
And the brier-roses bright

Shed their young leaves on the wind,

Leaving odorous breath behind.
Yes! Amid this splendour rare,
Fête-day for the young and fair,
Mid the music's stirring sound,
And the mirth and joy around,
Longings rise within my breast
For my own streams in the West.
Fling your spray upon the breeze,—
Deck with gems the waving trees,-
Ye ARE fair; but still I turn,

With deep thoughts that pine and yearn
For the springs of my own vales,
Royal Fountains of Versailles !

BEHOLD THE PLACE WHERE THEY LAID HIM.

BY MRS. ELLIS.

Now wakes the dawn

O'er field and lawn,

O'er mountain, lake, and river;

From far away,

The wheels of day

Come rolling bright as ever.

Before thy gates

No mourner waits,

Thou glad, thou glorious morning!

O'er all the earth,

What bliss has birth

At thy returning!

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Dark night seem'd long,

For birds of song

Slept in the gloomy forest;

While wakeful eyes

Gazed on the skies

For light, when need was sorest.
O'er waste and wold,

The pilgrim cold,

Sought the soft turf for pillow;
And weary too,

The seaman grew,

On the rude billow.

But fail'd not still

On plain and hill,

The fresh'ning dews to waken
Sweet trusting sense

Of confidence

That earth was not forsaken;

For He who made

Both light and shade,

And clothed the world in beauty,

Hath made that trust

In Him, the Just,

Our joy and duty.

Then why forlorn,

At early morn,

Those sorrowing sisters only?

Why gaze they on

That funeral stone,

So sad-so lost-so lonely?

Deep shades of gloom

Dwell round that tomb,

And scarce the light shines o'er it;

Yet still they stay,

To weep and pray,

And watch before it.

Weep-weep no more,

Dark night is o'er,

The grave's cold bars are broken!

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