Blowers. STOOD within a garden fair, I stood alone and dreaming there Of all that makes our life so bright, I saw each flower-bloom unfold, Some silver-pale, some bright as gold That Eastern seas sweep over. And first of all the fairy band, The fairest shapes of beauty They stood together hand in hand, Of Knowledge, Love, and Duty. The Lily robed in pomp of white, The Rose with blushes shining Each with a crown of dewdrops bright, Ye lovely forms of perfect grace! When all are good who can be best? Oh! let me ever see each face, In its own matchless beauty drest,— Of all rare joys the rarest. META. SAIR-THRONED, Zeus-born, deathless Aphrodite, Weaver of wiles, O hear thy suppliant's prayer, Spare me, O spare me, gracious Queen and mighty, Sorrow and care! Nay, if before, yet now to me the rather Sped'st through the sky. Yoked stood thy car, and lovely sparrows drew thee Echoing air. Swiftly they came: you smiling, O most blessed! What was my soul's deep longing? what the prayer Breathed forth so wildly? "Whom shall Peitho move "Deaf to thy pleading, Sappho? What betrayer "Mocks thy fond love? "Flieth he now? ere long shall he pursue thee. "Scorns he thy gifts? yet shall he give in turn. "Him that now slights thee, forced in turn to woo thee, "Soon shalt thou spurn." Hasten, O hasten hither, then! and send me M. Penzance. AVOURED of Nature, bright child of the Ocean, Swaying and dimpling and gleaming, Like to a mother who smiles on her daughter, Genial thy climate, thy meadowlands beaming- Clothed with verdure, with harvests all teeming, |