240 WE MEET AGAIN. And when the ship from his fury flies, Where the myriad voices of ocean roar, When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies, And dæmons are waiting the wreck on shore; Then far below in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet, and gold-fish rove, Where the waters murmur tranquilly, Through the bending twigs of the coral grove. www WE MEET AGAIN. BY GEORGE LUNT. We meet again-there is no power We meet again--those locks that flow Those love-wreathed lips,-this heartfelt sigh, The tokens of this hour of bliss,— Our melting hearts, this sacred kiss,— THE SPIRIT OF THE AIR Swear for me that I will not stain This pure farewell,—we meet again. We meet again,-no lonely spot THE SPIRIT OF THE AIR. BY J. G. PERCIVAL. I AM the spirit of the viewless air, 241 242 THE SPIRIT OF THE AIR. And curl the light-green ripples on the lake; To gather up the pearls that speck it o'er, I send it, where the willows crown the shore; When the fair planet smiles, and brightly throws Till every cloud, that passes by her, glows, A magic light, that safely guides him through; Then like a speck of light he hurries by, And hills, and woods, and lakes are left behind: When clouds are gathering, or when whirlwinds blow, When Heaven is dark with storms, or brightly fair, Where'er the viewless waves of ether flow, Calm, or in tempest rolling, I am there. The wave is resting on the ocean; And far and near The silent air Just lifts the flag with faintest motion. There is no gale To fill the sail, No wind to heave the curling billow; The streamers droop, And trembling stoop, Like boughs, that crown the weeping willow From off the shore Is heard the roar Of waves in softest motion rolling ; The twinkling stars, And whispering airs Are all to peace the heart controlling. The moon is bright, Her ring of light, In silver, pales the blue of Heaven, Or tints with gold, Where lightly rolled, Like fleecy snow, the rack is driven. 244 GREECE How calm and clear The silent air! How smooth and still the glassy ocean! While stars above Seem lamps of love, To light the temple of devotion, GREECE. BY J. G. BROOKS. 1832. LAND of the brave! where lie inurned Land of the Muse! within thy bowers |