For me a wreath does Fate provide, Who weds Despair-the pallid cypress here, Sweet rose, be wasted in the cave of death, the dead. Then not for me, too lavish rose, When the wild winds impetuous blow, But not for yielding gentleness alone, Or Or marks the consecrated spot where sleep Then still to cureless grief a friend, This lone sequester'd bower of thine; To see thy pendant branches o'er me wave, F. M. L. EPIGRAM. To hear Ned by the hour blunder forth his vile prose, R. A. D. THE GLOW-WORM. The Glow-Worm is a female CATERPILLAR, the male of which is a FLY, whom she attracts in the night by the splendor of her train. WHEN Evening closes Nature's eye, Conducted by a sweeter star, Thus HERO hung her lamps to guide SHEFFIELD, 1804. ALCEUS. THE LOTOS OF EGYPT, A POEM. BY THE REV. T. MAURICE. EMBLEM sublime of that primordial Power That brooded o'er the vast chaotic wave, Accept my duteous homage, holy flower! As in thy favourite flood my limbs I lave. From Ethiopia's lofty mountains roll'd, Where Nile's proud stream thro' gladden'd Egypt pours, In raptur'd strains thy praise was hymn'd of old, And still resounds on Ganges' faithful shores! Within thy beauteous corol's full-blown bell Long since th' Immortals fixed their fond abode, There Day's bright source, OSIRIS, loved to dwell, While by his side enamour'd Isis glow'd. Hence, not unconscious to his orient beam, At dawn's first blush thy radiant petals spread, Drink deep the effulgence of the solar stream, And, as he mounts, still brighter glories shed. When, at their noon-tide height, his fervid rays In a bright deluge burst on CAIRO's spires; With what new lustre then thy beauties blaze, Full of the God, and radiant with his fires! Brilliant, thyself, in stole of dazzling white, To brave the Tropic's fiery beam is thine, Thus from Arabia borne, on golden wings, But from his flaming bed, refulgent, springs, And cleaves, with bolder plume, the sapphire skies! What mystic treasures, in thy form conceal'd, Perpetual transport to the sage supply; Where Nature in her deep designs reveal'd, Awes wondering man, and charms th' exploring eye. In thy prolific cup, and fertile seeds, Are traced her grand regenerative powers +; Life springing warm from loath'd putrescence breeds, And lovelier germs shoot forth, and brighter flowers! * The LOTOS, or Water-Lily, of Egypt, the proper subject of this Poem, has a beautiful white flower; there are two other species, the one bears a bright purple, the other an intensely yellow flower. † See Mr. Knight's curious Dissertation on the Phallic Worship of the Antients, where this subject is fully explained. |