Beloved country! banished from thy shore, Direct, and the sure promise cheers the way, That whither love aspires, there shall my dwelling be. THE IMAGE OF GOD. FROM THE SPANISH OF FRANCISCO DE ALDANA. O LORD! that seest, from yon starry height, For ever green shall be my trust in Heaven. Celestial King! O let thy presence pass Shall meet that look of mercy from on high, As the reflected image in a glass Doth meet the look of him who seeks it there, And owes its being to the gazer's eye. THE BROOK. FROM THE SPANISH. LAUGH of the mountain!-lyre of bird and tree! |