ee for that song. Oh! thou art, sure,
The wealthiest empire ruled by mortal man.
Thy thoughts fall down on me, like drops of gold.

SCENE V. THE BANKS OF A ROMANTIC RIVER, FLOWING
AMONG MOUNTAINS, AND VIEWED BY MOONLIGHT.

How wild this scene, among the mountains lit
By moonbeams. Ivied bluff and cedared bank,
And river rippling o'er its gravelly floor.
The cool and silence, and the holy night,
Remember me of fairies, those strange forms,
That ever revelled underneath green trees,
And danced upon the velvet, verdant sward.
Here will I sit upon this grassy knoll,
And hear the song of this sweet water's flow,
And gaze upon yon moon, who nears her noon.
How beautiful to me, are moonlight shores.
Here will I sing of loved Odora's charms,
What time she lies locked in sleep's rosy arm.
No bird was ever fairer in its nest.
No bud e'er sweeter in its unoped cup;
No jewel brighter in the chrystal sea;
No diamond richer in the caves of earth.

LOVER SINGS.

The God of love, made beauteous things,
To give His Man delight--
He made the sun--the bird's gay wings--
The constellated night.
He made the mountains of the earth,
The ocean, beautiful;
He gave all harmonies their birth,
Man's troubled soul to lull.
The charm of charms--the Joy of Joys,
That crowned the perfect whole;
Was, Woman's form, and Woman's voice,
And Woman's tender soul.

THE ANGELS OF EARTH.

Angels of Earth! they soothe and bless
The troubled soul of man,
Bestow the most of happiness,
They can.

Angels of Earth--they are but few,
Sustained by Heavenly grace,
To raise again, and to renew,
Our race.

Predestined thus they do retain
That image earliest given,
To Adam, yet unknowing pain,
From heaven.

They move before our wondering eyes,
A vision passing strange,
And sure we feel from yonder skies,
They range.

But oft, as brightest flowers and bows,
The earliest fade and die;
This glorious vision soonest goes
On high.

Our verdant vale once knew a maid,
Who dwelt in such a light,
Her presence made the spirit's shade,
Look bright.

Harmonia was her name. Her voice
Was tremulously low;
To hear it made the heart rejoice
And glow.

Could I compare that voice divine,
To bird's most joyous lay,
When hailing from his lofty