But now, thou art a thing enshrined A part and portion of my mind, Deep woes may whelm, long years may roll, But fix'd for ever in my Soul "MONTHLY MAGAZINE." THE CRUSADERS' SONG. "Remember the Holy Sepulchre." FORGET the land which gave ye birth; Stood firm as rocks unbroken; Forget the late affianced Bride, Glow'd like a smould'ring ember; But still the Holy Sepulchre, Remember! Oh remember! Remember all the vows ye've sworn At holy Becket's Altar; Remember all the ills ye've borne, Remember every laurell'd field, Which saw the Crescent waving; Remember when compell'd to yield, Uncounted numbers braving : Remember these, remember too The cause ye strive for, ever; The Cross! the Holy Sepulchre! Forget,-forget them never! By Him who in that Sepulchre Was laid in Death's cold keeping; By those, whose sacred precepts guide "MONTHLY MAGAZINE." A SERENADE. WAKE Lady! wake! the midnight Moon The glow-worm lends it's little light, Wake Lady! wake! the nightingale The leaves, by the soft night-wind stirr'd, Wake Lady! wake! thy lover waits, Danger and doubt have vanish'd quite, Wake Lady! wake! I have a wreath Wake Lady! wake! She wakes! she wakes! Through the green mead her course she takes; And now her lover's arms enfold A prize more precious far than gold, Blushing like morning's ray; Now mount thy palfrey, Maiden kind! Away! away! "MONTHLY MAGAZINE." SIMILITUDES. WHAT can Love be liken'd to? Whereto can we liken Hope? To the arch of Heaven's wide cope, What can Beauty's semblance boast? And all it's brightness fades at last. And what are Dreams, that light night's gloom? Doves that, like Noah's, go and come, To teach the Soul this orb of clay Shall not it's prison be for aye; That Time's dark waves shall soon subside, And brighter worlds spread far and wide. |