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NE morn a Peri at the gate

Of Eden stood, disconsolate;
And as she listened to the springs
Of life within, like music flowing,
And caught the light upon her wings
Through the half-open portal glowing,
She wept to think her recreant race
Should e'er have lost that glorious place!

“How happy," exclaimed this child of air, “Are the holy spirits who wander there,

'Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall! Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, One blossom of Heaven outblooms them all!"

The glorious angel who was keeping
The gates of light, beheld her weeping;
And, as he nearer drew and listened,
A tear within his eyelids glistened.-
"Nymph of a fair but erring line !"
Gentle he said, “one hope is thine
'Tis written in the book of fate,
The Peri yet may be forgiven,
Who brings to this eternal gate
The gift that is most dear to Heaven!
Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin;
Tis sweet to let the pardoned in!"

Rapidly as comets run
To the embraces of the sun,
Down the blue vault the Peri flies,
And, lighted earthward by a glance
That just then broke from morning's eyes,
Hung hovering o'er our world's expanse.

Over the vale of Baalbec winging,

The Peri sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild-flowers singing,

As rosy and as wild as they ; Chasing with eager hands and eyes, The beautiful blue damsel-flies That fluttered round the jasmine stems, Like winged flowers or flying gems : And near the boy, who, tired with play, Now nestling 'mid the roses lay, She saw a wearied man dismount

From his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small temple's rustic fount

Impatient fling him down to drink.

Then swift his haggard brow he turned

To the fair child, who fearless satThough never yet hath day-beam burned

Upon a brow more fierce than that, Sullenly fierce-a mixture dire, Like thunder-clouds of gloom and fire, In which the Peri's eye could read Dark tales of many a ruthless deed.

Yet tranquil now that man of crime
(As if the balmy evening time
Softened his spirit) looked and lay,
Watching the rosy infant's play;
Though still, whene'er his eye by chance
Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance

Met that unclouded, joyous gaze,
As torches that have burnt all night

Encounter morning's glorious raya

But hark! the vesper call to prayer,

As slow the orb of daylight sets, Is rising sweetly on the air

From Syria's thousand minarets !

The boy has started from the bed
Of flowers, where he had laid his head,
And down upon the fragrant sod

Kneels, with his forehead to the south,
Lisping th' eternal name of God

From purity's own cherub mouth;
And looking, while his hands and eyes
Are lifted to the glowing skies,
Like a stray babe of paradise,
Just lighted on that flowery plain,
And seeking for its home again!

And how felt he, the wretched man
Reclining there—while memory ran
O'er many a year of guilt and strife
That marked the dark flood of his life,
Nor found one sunny resting-place,

Nor brought him back one branch of grace 6. There was a time,” he said, in mild,

Heart-humbled tones, “thou blessed child !
When young, and haply pure as thou,
I looked and prayed like thee; but now
He hung his head; each nobler aim

And hope and feeling which had slept
From boyhood's hour, that instant came

Fresh o'er him, and he wept-he wept ! And now ! behold him kneeling there, By the child's side in humble prayer,

While the same sunbeam shines

upon
The guilty and the guiltless one,
And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven
The triumph of a soul forgiven!

'Twas when the golden orb had set,
While on their knees they lingered yet,
There fell a light more lovely far
Than ever came from sun or star-
Upon the tear that, warm and meek,
Dewed that repentant sinner's cheek:
To mortal eye this light might seem
A northern flash or meteor beam;
But well th' enraptured Peri knew
'Twas a bright smile the angel threw
From Heaven's gate, to hail that tear-
Her harbinger of glory near!
• Joy! joy !" she cried, “my task is done-
The gates are passed, and Heaven is won!"

THOMAS MOORE.

MILITARY SUPREMACY DANGEROUS TO

LIBERTY.

ECALL to your recollection the free nations which

Where are they now? “Gone glimmering through the dream of things that were,

A school-boy's tale, the wonder of an hour.” And how have they lost their liberties? If we could transport ourselves to the ages when Greece and Rome flourished in their greatest prosperity, and, mingling in the throng, should ask a Grecian if he did not fear that some daring military chieftain covered with glorysome Philip or Alexander-would one day overthrow the liberties of his country, the confident and indignant Grecian would exclaim, “ No! no! we have nothing to fear from our heroes ; our liberties will be eternal.” If a Roman citizen had been asked if he did not fear that the conqueror of Gaul might establish a throne upon the ruins of public liberty, he would have instantly repelled the unjust insinuation. Yet Greece fell ; Cæsar passed the Rubicon, and the patriotic arm even of Brutus could not preserve the liberties of his devoted country.

We are fighting a great moral battle, for the benefit, not only of our country, but of all mankind. The eyes of the whole world are in fixed attention upon us. One, and the largest portion of it, is gazing with contempt, with jealousy, and with envy; the other portion, with hope, with confidence, and with affection. Everywhere the black cloud of Legitimacy is suspended over the world, save only one bright spot, which breaks out from the political hemisphere of the West, to enlighten, and animate, and gladden the human heart. Observe that, by the downfall of liberty here, all mankind are enshrouded in a pall of universal darkness. To you belongs the high privilege of transmitting, unimpaired, to posterity, the fair character and liberty of our country. Do you expect to execute this high trust by trampling or suffering to be trampled down, law, justice, the Constitution, and the rights of the people ? by exhibiting examples of inhumanity, and cruelty, and ambition ? Beware how you give a fatal sanction, in this infant period of our Republic, scarcely yet two-score years old, to military insubordination. Remember that Greece had her Alexander, Rome her Cæsar, England her

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