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I NOTHING earthly save the ray
(Thrown back from fiuwers) of Beauty's eye,

As in those gardens where the day
Springs from the gems of Circassy
O! nothing earthly save the thrill
Of melody in woodland rill —
Or (music of the passion-hearted)
Joy's voice so peacefully departed
That like the murmur in the shell,
Its echo dwelleth and will dwell
O! nothing of the dross of ours
Yet all the beauty — all the flowers
That list our Love, and deck our bowers
Adorn yon world afar, afar
The wandering star.

’T was a sweet time for Nesace - for there
Her world lay lolling on the golden air,
Near four bright suns a temporary rest
An oasis in desert of the blest.

* A star was discovered by Tycho Brahe, which appeared suddenly in the heave ens; attained, in a few days, a brilliancy surpassing that of Jupiter; then as sude denly disappeared, and has never been seen since.

Away — away —’mid seas of rays that roll
Empyrean splendor o'er the unchained soul —
The soul that scarce (the billows are so dense)
Can struggle to its destin'd eminence -
To distant spheres, from time to time, she rode,
And late to ours, the favor'd one of God –
But, now, the ruler of an anchor'd realm,
She tlırows aside the sceptre – leaves the helm,
And, amid incense and high spiritual hymns,
Laves in quadruple light her angel limbs.

Now happiest, loveliest in yon lovely Earth,
Whence sprang the “Idea of Beauty” into birth,
(Falling in wreaths thro' many a startled star,
Like woman's hair ’mid pearls, until, afar,
It lit on hills Achaian, and there dwelt)
She look'd into Infinity — and knelt.
Rich clouds, for canopies, about her curled -
Fit emblems of the model of her world
Seen but in beauty — not impeding sight
Of other beauty glittering thro' the light —
A wreath that twined each starry form around,
And all the opal'd air in color bound.

All hurriedly she knelt upon a bed
Of flowers: of lilies such as rear'd the head
On the fair Capo Deucato,* and sprang
So eagerly around about to hang

* On Santa Maura

olim Deucadia.

Upon the flying footsteps of — deep pride -
Of her who lov'd a mortal and so died.*
The Sephalica, budding with young bees,
Uprear’d its purple stem around her knees:
And gemmy flower, of Trebizond misnam'dt-
Inmate of highest stars, where erst it sham'd
All other loveliness : its honied dew
(The fabled nectar that the heathen knew)
Deliriously sweet, was dropp'd from Heaven,
And fell on gardens of the unforgiven
In Trebizond
and on a sunny

So like its own above that, to this hour,
It still remaineth, torturing the bee
With madness, and unwonted reverie:
In Heaven, and all its environs, the leaf
And blossom of the fairy plant, in grief
Disconsolate linger -- grief that hangs her head,
Repenting follies that full long have fled,
Heaving her white breast to the balmy air,
Like guilty beauty, chasten'd, and more fair :
Nyctanthes too, as sacred as the light
She fears to perfume, perfuming the night:
And Clytia I pondering between many a sun,
While pettish tears adown her petals run:

Sappho. | This flower is much noticed by Lewenhoeck and Toumcfort. The bee, feeding upon its blossom, becomes intoxicated.

# Clytia, — the Chrysanthemum Peruvianum, or, to employ a better known term, the Turnsoi, — which turns continually towards the sun, covers itself, like

And that aspiring flower that sprang on Earth
And died, ere scarce exalted into birth,*
Bursting its odorous heart in spirit to wing
Its way to Heaven, from garden of a king :
And Valisnerian lotus † thither flown
From struggling with the waters of the Rhone:
And thy most lovely purple perfume, Zante ! I
Isola d'oro ! Fior di Levante !
And the Nelumbo bud § that floats for ever
With Indian Cupid down the holy river —
Fair flowers, and fairy! to whose care is given
To bear the Goddess' song in odors, up to Heaven : ||

“ Spirit ! that dwellest where,

In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,

In beauty vie !

Peru, the country from which it comes, with dewy clouds which cool and refresh its flowers during the most violent heat of the day. – B. de St. Pierre.

* There is cultivated in the king's garden at Paris a species of serpentine aloes without prickles, whose large and beautiful flower exhales a strong odor of the vanilla, during the time of its expansion, which is very short. It does not blow till towards the month of July: you then perceive it gradually open its petals, expand them, fade and die. - St. Pierre.

† There is found, in the Rhone, a beautiful lily of the Valisnerian kind. Its stem will stretch to the length of three or four feet, thus preserving its head above water in the swellings of the river.

| The Hyacinth.

$ It is a fiction of the Indians, that Cupid was first seen floating in one of these down the river Ganges, and that he still loves the cradle of his childhood.

|| And golden vials full of odors which are the prayers of the saints. – Rev. St. John.

Beyond the line of blue

The boundary of the star Which turneth at the view

Of thy barrier and thy bar Of the barrier overgone

By the comets who were cast From their pride, and from their throne

To be drudges till the lastTo be carriers of fire

(The red fire of their heart) With speed that may not tire

And with pain that shall not part –
Who livest - that we know

In Eternity
But the shadow of whose brow

What spirit shall reveal ?
Thro' the beings whom thy Nesace,

Thy messenger hath known
Have dream'd for thy Infinity

we feel

A model of their own

* The Humanitarians held that God was to be understood as having really a human form. – Vide Clarke's Sermons, vol. 1, page 26, fol. edit.

The drift of Milton's argument leads him to employ language which would appear, at first sight, to verge upon their doctrine; but it will be seen immediately, that he guards himself against the charge of having adopted one of the most ignorant errors of the dark ages of the church. - Dr. Sumner's Notes on Milton's Christian Doctrine.

This opinion, in spite of many testimonies to the contrary, could never have been very general. Andeus, a Syrian of Mesopotainia, was condemned for the

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