...the " Spoiling of the Heathen :" " The olive wreath, the ivied wand, The sword in myrtles dress'd, Each legend of the shadowy strand Now wakes a vision blest: As little children lisp and tell ofheaven, So thoughts beyond their thought to those high bards were given." It may be worth while,...

...! here the " unknown God" of thy unconscious praise ! The olive wreath, the ivied wand, " The sword in myrtles drest," Each legend of the shadowy strand...friends : What seem'd an idol hymn, now breathes of Thee, Tun'd by Faith's ear to some celestial melody. * Where each old poetic mountain There's not a...

...! here the " unknown God" of thy unconscious praise ! The olive wreath, the ivied wand, " The sword in myrtles drest," Each legend of the shadowy strand...friends : What seem'd an idol hymn, now breathes of Thee, Tun'd by Faith's ear to some celestial melody. Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breathed...

...Lo! here the "unknown God" of thy unconscious praise!t The olive wreath, the ivied wand, " The sword in myrtles drest,"| Each legend of the shadowy strand Now wakes a vision blesl: As little children lisp, and tell of Heaven, So thoughts beyond their thought to those high...

...the " Spoiling of the Heathen :" " The olive wreath, the ivied wnnd, The sword in myrtles dress'd, Each legend of the shadowy strand Now wakes a vision...beyond their thought to those high bards were given." It may be worth while, however, to subjoin Mr. Keble's general summary of the scheme of the ^Eechylean...

...Lo! here the ""unknown God" of thy unconscious praise! The olive wreath, the ivied wand, " The sword in myrtles drest," Each legend of the shadowy strand...little children lisp, and tell of heaven, So thoughts heyond their thought to those high bards were given. And these are ours : thy partial grace The tempting...

...to say of Classical remains, " And these are ours : thy partial grace The tempting treasure leads : These relics of a guilty race Are forfeit to thy friends : What seem'd an idol hymn, now breathes of Thee, Tun'd by Faith's ear to some celestial melody. " There's not a strain to Memory dear, Nor flower...

...Ivied wand, ' The sword in myrtle« drest,' Each legend of the shadowy strand Now wakes a vision bleat. As little children lisp and tell of heaven, So thoughts beyond their thought to these high btrJi were given I " And fhete are our/; thy partial grace The tempting treasure lend«...

...Lo ' here the " unknown God " of thy unconscious praise. The olive wreath, the ivied wand, The sword in myrtles drest, Each legend of the shadowy strand,...thought, to those high bards were given. And these are our's : Thy partial grace The tempting treasure lends, These relics of a guilty race Are forfeit to...

...forms and details that told of the conquered Paynim. " The olive wreath, the ivied wand, ' The sword in myrtles drest,' Each legend of the shadowy strand, Now wakes a vision blest." The grace of the curling volute, the richness of the acanthusleaf, which once had decked the shrines...