SABRINA descends, and the LADY rises out of her seat.

Spir. Virgin, daughter of Lo-
crine,

Sprung of old Anchises' line,
May thy brimmèd waves for this
Their full tribute never miss
From a thousand petty rills,
That tumble down the snowy hills:
Summer drouth, or singèd air.
Never scorch thy tresses fair,
Nor wet October's torrent flood
Thy molten crystal fill with mud;
May thy billows roll ashore
The beryl, and the golden ore;
May thy lofty head be crowned
With many a tower and terrace round,
And here and there thy banks upon
With groves of myrrh and cinnamon.
Come, Lady, while heaven lends

us grace,
Let us fly this cursed place,
Lest the sorcerer us entice
With some other new device.
Not a waste, or needless sound,
Till we come to holier ground;
I shall be your faithful guide
Through this gloomy covert wide,

And not many furlongs thence
Is your Father's residence,
Where this night are met in state
Many a friend to gratulate
His wished presence, and beside
All the swains that there abide,
With jigs, and rural dance resort;
We shall catch them at their sport,
And our sudden coming there
Will double all their mirth and cheer;
Come, let us haste, the stars grow
high,

But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky.

The Scene changes, presenting Ludlow town and the President's castle; then come in country dancers, after them the ATTENDANT SPIRIT, with the Two BROTHERS, and the LADY.

SONG.

Spir.- Back, Shepherds, back, enough your play,

Till next sunshine holiday;
Here be without duck or nod
Other trippings to be trod

Of lighter toes, and such court guise
As Mercury did first devise,
With the mincing Dryades,
On the lawns, and on the leas.

This second Song presents them to their Father and Mother.

Noble Lord, and Lady bright,
I have brought ye new delight,
Here behold so goodly grown
Three fair branches of your own;
Heaven hath timely tried their
youth,

Their faith, their patience, and
their truth,

And sent them here through hard assays

With a crown of deathless praise, To triumph in victorious dance O'er sensual folly, and intemperance.

The dances ended, the SPIRIT epilogizes.

Spir. -To the ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that lie Where day never shuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky:

There I suck the liquid air
All amidst the gardens fair
Of Hesperus, and his daughters three
That sing about the golden tree:
Along the crisped shades and bowers
Revels the spruce and jocund Spring,
The Graces, and the rosy-bosomed
Hours,

Thither all their bounties bring;
There eternal Summer dwells,
And west-winds, with musky wing,
About the cedarn alleys fling
Nard and cassia's baliny smells.
Iris there with humid bow
Waters the odorous banks, that blow
Flowers of more mingled hue
Than her purfled scarf can show,
And drenches with Elysian dew,
(List mortals, if your ears be true)
Beds of hyacinth and roses,
Where young Adonis oft reposes,
Waxing well of his deep wound
In slumber soft, and on the ground
Sadly sits the Assyrian queen;
But far above in spangled sheen
Celestial Cupid, her famed son, ad-
vanced,

Holds his dear Psyche sweet en

tranced,

After her wandering labors long,
Till free consent the Gods among
Make her his eternal bride,

And from her fair unspotted side
Two blissful twins are to be born,
Youth and Joy; so Jove hath sworn.

But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run

Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend,

And from thence can soar as soon
To the corners of the moon.

Mortals, that would follow me,
Love Virtue, she alone is free;
She can teach ye how to climb
Higher than the sphery chime:
Or, if Virtue feeble were,
Heaven itself would stoop to her.
MILTON.

With life and mystical predomi

nance;

Since likewise for the stricken heart of Love

This visible nature, and this common world,

Is all too narrow: yea, a deeper import

Lurks in the legend told my infant

years

Than lies upon that truth we live to learn.

For fable is Love's world, his home, his birthplace:

Delightedly dwells he 'mong fays and talismans,

And spirits; and delightedly believes
Divinities, being himself divine.
The intelligible forms of ancient
poets,

The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty,

That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring,

Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished;

They live no longer in the faith of

reason.

But still the heart doth need a language, still

Doth the old instinct bring back the old names,

And to yon starry world they now are gone,

Spirits or gods, that used to share this earth

With man as with their friend; and to the lover

Yonder they move, from yonder visible sky

Shoot influence down; and even at this day

'Tis Jupiter who brings whate'er is great,

And Venus who brings every thing that's fair!

COLERIDGE: Wallenstein.

MYTHOLOGY.

O NEVER rudely will I blame his faith In the might of stars and angels! 'Tis not merely

The human being's Pride that peoples space

KILMENY.

BONNY Kilmeny gaed up the glen; But it was na to meet Duneira's men,

Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see,

When many a day had come and fled, When grief grew calm, and hope was dead,

When mass for Kilmeny's soul had been sung,

When the bedesman had prayed, and the dead-bell rung, Late, late in a gloamin, when all was still,

When the fringe was red on the westlin hill,

The wood was sere, the moon in the wane,

The reek of the cot hung over the plain

Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane;

When the ingle glowed with an eiry flame,

Late, late in a gloamin, Kilmeny

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came hame!

Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?

Long hae we sought baith holt and

den

By linn, by ford, and greenwood tree; Yet you are halesome and fair to see. Where got you that joup o' the lily sheen?

That bonny snood of the birk sae green?

And these roses, the fairest that ever were seen? Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?"

Kilmeny looked up with a lovely

grace,

But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's

face;

As still was her look, and as still was her ee,

As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea,

Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless

sea.

For Kilmeny had been she knew not where,

And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare;

Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew,

Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew;

But it seemed as the harp of the sky had rung,

And the airs of heaven played round her tongue,

When she spake of the lovely forms she had seen,

And a land where sin had never been

A land of love and a land of light, Withouten sun, or moon, or night; And lovely beings round were rife, Who erst had travelled mortal life; They clasped her waist and her hands sae fair,

They kissed her cheek and they kemed her hair;

And round came many a blooming fere,

Saying, "Bonny Kilmeny, ye're welcome here!

Oh, bonny Kilmeny, free frae stain, If ever you seek the world againThat world of sin, of sorrow, and

Then Kilmeny begged again to see The friends she had left in her own countrye;

With distant music soft and deep, They lulled Kilmeny sound asleep; And when she awakened, she lay her lane,

All lapped with flowers in the greenwood wene.

When seven long years had come and fled;

When grief was calm, and hope was dead;

When scarce was remembered Kilmeny's name,

Late, late in a gloamin, Kilmeny came hame!

And oh, her beauty was fair to see, But still and steadfast was her ee! And oh, the words that fell from her mouth

Were words of wonder and words of truth!

Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead;

(Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to think,)

And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,

That I revived and was an emperor. Ah, me! how sweet is love itself possessed

When but love's shadows are so rich in joy.

SHAKSPEARE: Romeo and Juliet.
Act v. Sc. 1.

SHIPS AT SEA.

I HAVE ships that went to sea
More than fifty years ago:
None have yet come home to me,
But keep sailing to and fro.

I have seen them, in my sleep,
Plunging through the shoreless deep,
With tattered sails and battered
hulls,

While around them screamed the gulls,

Flying low, flying low.

I have wondered why they staid From me, sailing round the world; And I've said, "I'm half afraid

That their sails will ne'er be

furled."

Great the treasures that they hold, -
Silks and plumes, and bars of gold;
While the spices which they bear
Fill with fragrance all the air,
As they sail, as they sail.

Every sailor in the port

Knows that I have ships at sea, Of the waves and winds the sport; And the sailors pity me. Oft they come and with me walk, Cheering me with hopeful talk, Till I put my fears aside, And contented watch the tide Rise and fall, rise and fall.

I have waited on the piers, Gazing for them down the bay, Days and nights, for many years, Till I turned heart-sick away. But the pilots, when they land, Stop and take me by the hand,

FANTASY.

BREAK, Fantasy, from thy cave of cloud,

And spread thy purple wings,
Now all thy figures are allowed,
And various shapes of things;
Create of airy forms a stream,
It must have blood, and nought of
phlegm,

And, though it be a waking dream,
Yet let it like an odor rise

To all the senses here,
And fall like sleep upon their eyes,
Or music in their ear.

BEN JONSON.

PHOENIX AND TURTLE DOVE.

LET the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,

To whose sound chaste wings obey.

But thou shrieking harbinger,
Foul pre-currer of the fiend,
Augur of the fever's end,

To this troop come thou not near.

From this session interdict
Every fowl of tyrant wing,
Save the eagle, feathered king;
Keep the obsequy so strict.

Let the priest in surplice white
That defunctive music can,
Be the death-divining swan,
Lest the requiem lack his right.

And thou treble-dated crow,
That thy sable gender mak'st
With the breath thou giv'st and
tak'st,

'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.

So they loved, as love in twain
Had the essence but in one;
Two distincts, division none:
Number there in love was slain.

Hearts remote, yet not asunder; Distance, and no space was seen "Twixt the turtle and his queen: But in them it were a wonder.

So between them love did shine, That the turtle saw his right