conclusion of Chapter V.), which even in the translation will not, I flatter myself, fail to interest the reader. Ottfried is describing the circumstances immediately following the birth of our Lord."-Biog. Lit. vol. i. p. 203.

SHE gave with joy her virgin breast;
She hid it not, she bared the breast,
Which suckled that divinest babe ;
Blessed, blessed were the breasts
Which the Saviour infant kiss'd:
And blessed, blessed was the mother

Who wrapp'd his limbs in swaddling clothes,
Singing placed him on her lap,

Hung o'er him with her looks of love,
And soothed him with a lulling motion.
Blessed! for she shelter'd him
From the damp and chilling air;-
Blessed, blessed! for she lay

With such a babe in one blest bed,
Close as babes and mothers lie!
Blessed, blessed evermore,
With her virgin lips she kiss'd,
With her arms, and to her breast,
She embraced the babe divine,
Her babe divine the virgin mother!
There lives not on this ring of earth
A mortal that can sing her praise!
Mighty mother, virgin pure,
In the darkness and the night

For us she bore the heavenly Lord.

1810.

"Most interesting is it to consider the effect, when the feelings are wrought above the natural pitch by the belief of something mysterious, while all the images are purely natural; then it is that religion and poetry strike deepest."-Biog. Lit. vol. i. p. 204.

Mourn for the universal woe,

With solemn dirge and falt'ring tongue; For England's Lady laid full low, So dear, so lovely, and so young.

The blossoms on her tree of life

Shone with the dews of recent bliss;Translated in that deadly strife,

She plucks its fruit in Paradise.

Mourn for the prince, who rose at morn
To seek and bless the firstling bud
Of his own rose, and found the thorn
Its point bedew'd with tears of blood.
Mourn for Britannia's hopes decay'd;-
Her daughters wail their deep defence,
Their fair example, prostrate laid,

Chaste love, and fervid innocence !

O Thou! who mark'st the monarch's path,
To sad Jeshurum's sons attend!
Amid the lightnings of thy wrath
The showers of consolation send!

Jehovah frowns!-The Islands bow,
The prince and people kiss the rod!
Their dread chast'ning judge wert thou-
Be thou their comforter, oh God!

ISRAEL'S LAMENT,

ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE OF

WALES.

[From the Hebrew of Hyman Hurioite.]

MOURN, Israel! sons of Israel, mourn!

Give utterance to the inward throe,

As wails of her first love forlorn
The virgin clad in robes of woe!

Mourn the young mother snatch'd away From light and life's ascending sun! Mourn for her babe, death's voiceless prey Earn'd by long pangs, and lost ere won!

Mourn the bright rose that bloom'd and went,
Ere half disclosed its vernal hue!

Mourn the green bud, so rudely rent,
It brake the stem on which it grew!

THE ALTERNATIVE.

THIS way or that, ye Powers above me!

I of my grief were rid

Did Enna either really love me,

Or cease to think she did.

1826.

INSCRIPTION FOR A TIME-PIECE. Now! It is gone. -Our brief hours travel post, Each with its thought or deed, its Why or How; But know, each parting hour gives up a ghost, To dwell within thee -an eternal Now!

1830.

ΕΠΙΤΑΦΙΟΝ ΑΥΤΟΓΡΑΠΤΟΝ. Quæ linguam, aut nihil, aut nihili, aut vix sunt mea;-cosordes

Do Morti;-reddo cætera, Christe! tibi.

243

Hymn of Apollo..

225

ib.

The Aziola.....

ib.

Dirge for the Year.