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THE JOURNEY OF LIFE.
BENEATH the waning moon I walk at night,
And pitfalls lurk in shade along the ground,
The trampled earth returns a sound of fear
A hollow sound, as if I walked on tombs; And lights, that tell of cheerful homes, appear Far off, and die like hope amid the glooms. A mournful wind across the landscape flies, And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs.
And I, with faltering footsteps, journey on,
VERSION OF A FRAGMENT OF SIMONIDES.
THE night winds howled—the billows dashed
And Danaë to her broken heart
Her slumbering infant pressed.
"My little child"-in tears she said-
But thou canst sleep-thou dost not know
"The moon is up, the moonbeams smileThey tremble on the main;
But dark, within my floating cell,
"Thy folded mantle wraps thee warm,
"As o'er thy sweet unconscious face A mournful watch I keep,
I think, didst thou but know thy fate,
"Yet, dear one, sleep, and sleep, ye winds That vex the restless brine
When shall these eyes, my babe, be sealed As peacefully as thine!"