Bear on your wings, and in your notes, his praise. To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, So pray'd they innocent; and to their thoughts Firm peace recover'd soon, and wonted calm. MILTON. THE COMMON LOT. ONCE in the flight of ages past, There lived a man: and who was he? That man resembled thee. Unknown the region of his birth, The land in which he died unknown; R That joy, and grief, and hope, and fear, The bounding pulse, the languid limb, He suffered, but his pangs are o'er; He loved, but whom he loved the grave The rolling seasons, day and night, Sun, moon, and stars, the earth and main; Erewhile his portion, life and light, To him exist in vain. He saw-whatever thou hast seen; He is, what thou shalt be. The clouds and sunbeams o'er his eye That once their shades and glory threw, Have left in yonder silent sky No vestige where they flew. The annals of the human race, Of HIM afford no other trace Than this-THERE LIVED A MAN! Remember the foundations That in earth and darkness lie; For, were not those foundations The workshop must be crowded See, light darts down from heaven, The eyes of all earth's people As the waters fill the sea. R. GILFILLAN. GINEVRA. SHE was an only child: from infancy Marrying an only son, Francesco Doria, Her playmate from her birth, and her first love. Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue.. Great was the joy; but at the bridal feast, When all sat down, the bride was wanting there, Nor was she to be found! Her father cried, "Tis but to make a trial of our love!" And fill'd his glass to all; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest, the panic spread. 'Twas but that instant she had left Francesco, Laughing and looking back and flying still, Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger. But now, alas! she was not to be found : Nor from that hour could any thing be guess'd, Flung it away in battle with the Turk. Her father lived; and long might'st thou have seen |