And oh, and oh, said the babes both, Where living waters rin, There, as the snaw beneath her feet, Wash her twa hands from sin ! 66 From The Rose." PARADISE AND THE PERI. MOORE. [EXTRACT.] BUT hark! the vesper call to prayer, From Syria's thousand minarets! Kneels, with his forehead to the south, From purity's own cherub mouth, THE CHILD AND THE FAWN. M. R. THE dew still hung upon the grass, And on the gossamer, And on the heavy foliage, The trees in summer wear ; And little drops fell twinkling down Upon the tresses grey, Of him who trod the forest path, In trouble and dismay. It was a hermit, good and old, Who wandered through the shade, In trouble that his little fawn Had into danger strayed. And now the hunter's savage hounds The milk-white fawn that loved so well The hermit, old and good. Its ivory hoofs scarce touched the ground, So eager was the chase, Whilst piteous tears ran pleadingly Adown its velvet face. The savage hounds rushed headlong up, The hunters hurried on, Up, up a narrow stony path, With bright green moss o'ergrown.— When lo! they paused as wonder-struck, Alone, but undismayed; With curls of cloudy golden light; Its hands were folded on its breast, Like saint before a cross, And still it stood, with rosy feet, Upon the dewy moss. THE LEGEND OF SANTAREM. FIRST PART. COME listen to a monkish tale of old, Right catholic, but puerile some may deem Who all unworthy their high notice hold Aught but grave truths, and lofty learned theme; Too wise for simple pleasure, smiles, and tears, Dreams of our earliest, purest, happiest years. Come listen to the legend; for of them Strange circumstance miraculous befell Twin sisters-orphan innocents were they ; And holy as the life of holiest saint The children's custom, while that pious man Was on the altar steps to sit and wait, A small, rich chapel was their sanctuary, Smiled on his infant guests, as there below, On the fair altar steps, those young ones spread (Nor aught irreverent in such act I trow,) Their simple morning meal of fruit and bread. Such feast not ill beseemed the sacred dome— Their Father's house, is the dear children's home. At length it chanced, that on a certain day, His infant charge; with vehement acclaim, M |