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HOW BEAUTIFUL IS EARTH.
BY E. B. BARRETT.
How beautiful is Earth! my starry thoughts
Me seemeth through the leafy trees to ring
BY MRS. HEMANS.
A DIM and mighty minister of old Time!
Tell of a race that nobly, fearlessly,
On their heart's worship poured a wealth of love! Honour be with the dead!-the people kneel Under the helms of antique chivalry,
And in the crimson gloom from banners thrown, And midst the forms, in pale proud slumber carved Of warriors on their tombs.-The people kneel Where mail-clad chiefs have knelt; where jewelled
On the flushed brows of conquerors have been set: Where the high anthems of old victories
Have made the dust give echoes. Hence, vain
Memories of power and pride, which, long ago,
Their voice on its high waves !-a mighty burst!-
Which the blasts call forth with their harping wings
From gulfs of tossing foliage there is blent:
A LOVER'S ADMIRATION.
I SEE her now.
How more than beautiful
As the heart fills them. There, those parted lips,-