On thee the downcast radiance of her eye
When a deep tone was eloquent in her ear,
And thou hast lain upon her cheek, and prest
Back on her heart its beatings, and put by
From her vein'd temples the luxuriant curls,
And in her peaceful sleep, when she has lain
In her unconscious beauty, and the dreams
Of her high heart came goldenly and soft,
Thou hast been there unchidden, and hast felt
The swelling of the clear transparent veins

As the rich blood rush'd through them, warm and fast.

I am impatient as I gaze on thee,

Thou inarticulate jewel! Thou hast heard
With thy dull ear such music !-the low tone
Of a young sister's tenderness, when night
Hath folded them together like one flower- .
The sudden snatch of a remember'd song
Warbled capriciously-the careless word
Lightly betraying the inaudible thought
Working within the heart, and more than all,

Thou hast been lifted when the fervent prayer For a lov'd mother, or the sleeping one

Lying beside her, trembled on her lip,

And the warm tear that from her eye stole out

As the soft lash fell over it, has lain

Amid thy shining jewels like a star.

TO MY MOTHER FROM THE APPENINES.

"Mother! dear mother! the feelings nurst
As I hung at thy bosom, clung round thee first.
'Twas the earliest link in love's warm chain-

'Tis the only one that will long remain ;

And as year by year, and day by day,

Some friend still trusted drops away,

Mother! dear mother! oh dost thou see

How the shorten'd chain brings me nearer thee!"
PHILIP SLINGSBY.

Tis midnight the lone mountains on-
The East is fleck'd with cloudy bars,
And, gliding through them one by one,

The moon walks up her path of stars

The light upon her placid brow

Borrowed of fountains unseen now.

TO MY MOTHER FROM THE APPENINES.

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And happiness is mine to-night,

Thus springing from an unseen fount,
And breast and brain are warm with light,
With midnight round me on the mount-
Its rays, like thine, fair Dian, flow
From far that Western star below.

Dear mother! in thy love I live;

The life thou gav'st flows yet from thee-
And, sun-like, thou hast power to give
Life to the earth, air, sea, for me!
Though wandering, as this moon above,
I'm dark without thy constant love.

END OF PART II.