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426 POEMS.
Soon, methinks, on loosened pinions,
Hope reviving in my bosom,
I shall seek those blest dominions,
Where thy silver lilies blossom.
Where no tear the cheek shall furrow;
Where no heart with pain shall quiver ;
Where the ransomed sons of sorrow
Rest in arms of peace forever.
* THE VOLCANO.
’T 1s done, burnt out is the volcano’s fire,
The lava flood no longer wildly dashes ;
Gained is its object: lo, the fierce destroyer
.Grows calm at last, for it is burnt to ashes!
Know’st thou the spot where rose a fiery pillar,
Fearfully bright, in night’s embraces lost?
Seest thou in blaze of noon yon dim cloud-pillar,
On funeral pyre? °Tis the dead mountain’s ghost.
And know’st thou where the seething lava streams,
Poured from the giant’s heart with terror rife?
Behold yon Eden, fair as childhood’s dreams,
From the “destroyer’s” breast it sprang to life.
O’er sunlit uplands golden harvests spread,
And cities rise with hum of toil and mirth;
The mountain sleeps—even as the mighty dead,
That from their graves yet wake new life on earth.
CHILLY BLOWS THE WIND.
Comer, O Bertha, from the storm!
Come to my embrace,
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