St Ignatius. I. A KNIGHT was kneeling on the marble floor, Nor aught from thee my heart can sever ; II. A priest, within his narrow cell in prayer, Retribution. FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND. THE servant his noble lord hath slain; He slew him afar, in a dark, lone wood, He put on the bright steel armour proved, He would cross the bridge o'er the river clear, He dug in its flanks the rowels of gold, With arm and with limb he struggled to swim :The heavy armour hath drownéd him. The Sentinel. FROM THE GERMAN. AT midnight's hour alone I stand, There kindly hearts remember me, Perhaps beneath the lamp's soft ray But when thine eye doth shed a tear, The clock now strikes: the round is near, The Violet. FROM THE GERMAN. A VIOLET blooms in yonder vale, It opens to the morning gale, So fragrant and so blue, So pure, amid the early dew. On mossy bed this violet blows, The violet in the spring's soft air O maiden, be thus pure and mild, The Little Gray Squirrel. On the dew-besprent lawn, with the earliest dawn, Where the wild herbs grew sweet, 'neath his light fairy feet, The little gray squirrel was bounding so gay. Not a bird on the tree could be merrier than he, Though it sings all the day among branches so tall; Not the butterfly bright, though she soars in the light, For the little gray squirrel was blithest of all. Alas! for the sorrow that waits not the morrow The little gray squirrel was lifeless and cold. Oh, thou who art gay beneath life's morning ray, Who deem'st all around thee so gladsome and free, To joy succeeds grief, like the fall of the leaf ;The little gray squirrel gives warning to thee. |