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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. And only wait the joyful news to raise Grateful to heav'n the loud acclaim of praise, As, wrapt in night, the woodlandis tuneful throng Await the morn, to pourthe general song. "To-morrow truce to toil, farewell to care; ?' To-morrow gives the ocean-queen an heir." That morrow comes. Ah, where the jocund din, Which should it's welcome light have Usher'd in ? Hark, on the ear what sullen measures swell ! All hearts beat quick and fearfulm?is a knell ! O England'r Love, can this be to!I'd for thee ? The heart distastingcries, "it cannot be !" Awakiug, ?ach-appears the loss. to find Of somewhat in his heart ofhenrts enshrin'd; As ouce, in Egypfs land,' the morning light Revenl'd the fearful ravage of the.night, Not in thy dwelling Death has trod alone, Each seems to truce his footsteps it? his own. Oh, thou wert not imperious raised on high Above the reach of human sympathy ! Thy splendors did.not dazzle. Grandeur drew No ve?! to shade thee from the public view; But ever dwelt before our raptured eyes Thy life---thy iove---thy calm domestic joys. Known to the meanest, by the best approved, ' Revered, yet, sh, far less revered than loved, 219 ......... ?Google