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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
THE BRIDAL DAY.
On a monument in a Venetian church is an epitaph, recording that the remains beneath are those of a noble lady, who expired suddenly while standing as a bride at the altar.
We bear her home! we bear her home!
Over the murmuring salt sea's foam;
One who has fled from the war of life,
From sorrow, pain, and the fever strife.
Barry Cornwall.
Bride! upon thy marriage-day,
When thy gems in rich array
Made the glistening mirror seem
As a star-reflecting stream;
