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But well the enraptured Peri knew
'Twas a bright smile the angel threw
From Heaven's gate, to hail that tear,
The harbinger of glory near!

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Joy, joy for ever! my task is done :
The gates are pass'd, and Heaven is won;
Oh! am I not happy? I am, I am!
To thee, sweet Eden, how dark and sad
Are the diamond turrets of Shadukiam
And the fragrant bowers of Amberabad !

"Farewell! ye odours of earth that die,
Passing away like a lover's sigh.
My feast is now of the tooba tree,
Whose scent is the breath of eternity.
Farewell! ye vanishing flowers that shone
In my fairy wreath so bright and brief;
Oh! what are the brightest that e'er have blown
To the lote-tree springing by Alla's throne,
Whose flowers have a soul in every leaf?
Joy, joy for ever! my task is done:
The gates are pass'd, and Heaven is won."

Callanan.

[B. 1795.-D. 1829.]

LINES ON A DECEASED PRIEST.

BREATHE not his honour'd name,

Silently keep it;

Hush'd be the sadd'ning theme,
In secrecy weep it;

Call not a warmer flow

To eyes that are aching;

Wake not a deeper throe

In hearts that are breaking.

Oh! 'tis a placid rest;

Who should deplore it? Trance of the pure and blest,

Angels watch o'er it; Sleep of his mortal night, Sorrow can't break it, Heaven's own morning light Alone shall awake it.

Nobly thy course is run;
Splendour is round it;
Bravely thy fight is won;
Freedom hath crown'd it.

In the high warfare

Of heaven grown hoary,

Thou'rt gone like the summer sun,
Shrouded in glory.

Twine, twine the victor wreath,

Spirits that meet him;
Sweet songs of triumph breathe,
Seraphs that greet him;
From his high resting-place
Who shall him sever,
With his God,-face to face,
Leave him for ever,

THE VIRGIN MARY'S BANK.

From the foot of Inchidony Island, an elevated tract of sand runs out into the sea, and terminates in a high green bank, which forms a pleasing contrast with the little desert behind it, and the black solitary rock immediately under. Tradition tells, that the Virgin came one night to this hillock to pray, and was discovered kneeling there by the crew of a vessel that was coming to anchor near the place. They laughed at her piety, and made some merry and unbecoming remarks on her beauty, upon which a storm arose and destroyed the ship and her crew. Since that time no vessel has been known to anchor near the spot. Such is the story upon which the following stanzas are founded.

THE evening star rose beauteous above the fading

day,

As to the lone and silent beach the Virgin came

to pray,

And hill and wave shone brightly in the moonlight's mellow fall;

But the bank of green where Mary knelt was brightest of them all.

Slow moving o'er the waters, a gallant bark appear'd, And her joyous crew look'd from the deck, as to the land she near'd;

To the calm and shelter'd haven she floated like a

swan,

And her wings of snow o'er the waves below in pride and beauty shone.

The master saw our Lady, as he stood upon the prow, And mark'd the whiteness of her robe and the radiance of her brow:

Her arms were folded gracefully upon her stainless breast,

And her eyes look'd up among the stars to Him her soul loved best.

He show'd her to his sailors, and he hail'd her with a cheer;

And on the kneeling Virgin they gazed with laugh and jeer;

And madly swore, a form so fair they never saw

before;

And they cursed the faint and lagging breeze that kept them from the shore.

The ocean from its bosom, shook off the moonlight

sheen,

And up its wrathful billows rose to vindicate their

Queen ;

And a cloud came o'er the heavens, and a darkness o'er the land,

And the scoffing crew beheld no more that Lady on the strand.

Out burst the pealing thunder, and the lightning leap'd about;

And rushing with his watery war, the tempest gave a shout;

And that vessel from a mountain-wave came down with thundering shock,

And her timbers flew like scatter'd spray on Inchidony's rock.

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Then loud from all that guilty crew one shriek rose wild and high;

But the angry surge swept over them and hush'd their gurgling cry;

And with a hoarse exulting tone the tempest pass'd

away,

And down still chafing from their strife, the indignant waters lay.

When the calm and purple morning shone out on high Dunmore,

Full many a mangled corpse was seen on Inchidony's

shore;

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