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TO A BEAUTIFUL FEMALE PORTRAIT.

See'st thou not, Hermit, that the Lord

Hath given it to my hand ?”
The Hermit heard King Henry speak,

And angrily look'd down;
His face was gentle, and for that

More solemn was his frown. “ What if no miracle from Heaven

The murderer's arm control;
Think you for that the weight of blood

Lies lighter on his soul?
Thou conqueror king, repent in time,

Or dread the coming woe!
For, Henry, thou hast heard the threat,

And soon shalt feel the blow !”
King Henry forced a careless smile,

As the Hermit went his way: But Henry soon remember'd him,

Upon his dying day.

SOUTHEY.

TO A BEAUTIFUL FEMALE PORTRAIT.
Art thou of earth, thou vision fair,
Can aught of this frail life be there?
Shar’st thou man's fearful destiny,-
To hope, to dread, to sin, and die?
No! frailty cannot dwell with thee;
Guile cannot taint thy purity.

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That calm celestial loveliness
Bespeaks, though clad in earthly dress,
A sinless soul, from sorrow free,
That soars above humanity.

Still silent? and hath never word
Of answer from those lips been heard ?
Was it a breath the canvass stirred ?
Alas! thou’rt but a phantasy ;
A sweet illusive mockery!
And mortal hand hath wrought a spell
On which my eyes would fondly dwell,
And dream of things that may not be,
Till thou from earthly thraldom free
Hast put on immortality.

ANON.

THE FLY.
Nay, do not wantonly destroy
That harmless fly, my thoughtless boy.
His busy hum that vexes thee
Is but an idler's minstrelsy;
Unconscious of his threaten’d doom
He gaily courses round the room;
Fearless alights upon thy book,
Nor fears thy irritated look.
A gay voluptuary, he
Devotes his life to revelry; .
Anticipates no future ill,

But sips and gambols where he will.

THE FLY.

Yet the same Power that bade the sun His daily course of glory run; Who aye sustains each rolling sphere, And guides them in their vast career,— E’en to the lowly fly has given To share with man the light of Heaven. Go, busy trifler, sport thine hour, Though brief as life of summer flower ; The wintry blast that strips the tree Shall bring the closing hour to thee. But mark me, boy! the heedless fly This useful lesson may supply; Like him, the youth who gives his day To pleasure's soft insidious sway, Voluptuous joys his only care, Will find a lurking poison there ; Too late will mourn his wasted bloom, And shroud his blossoms in the tomb.

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