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NO thoughts are now for love ana thee! Young glory points his destiny Where waves on high the banner crest, And the rude war-cry lulls to rest. Sleep on blue lake-a lonely one

 Is gazing on thee now; Der whose young heart the wave of life Flow'd calm and bright as thou The ray that lit the stream is gone, And it glides on, dull, dark and lone. How proudly stood that warrior knight,

 How joyously the sun-beams play'd, When glittering steel and armor bright

 Bespoke him for the fight array'd. The plume upon his casque was fair And one bright jewel bound it there, Nor e'er in monarch's diadem Has shone a brighter, purer gem. That warrior pass'd to meet the foe,

 Then came the mingled din of strife, And steel to steel in deadly blow,

 And the close grappe-life to life. The battle tide rush'd darkly on Der many proud and lofty one- And clang ofsword-and crash of spear, One mighty tumult struck the ear. Where'er the deadliest conflict broke, "hcIC CT LIIc CdIluOu , Lult0UeE WOkcS

 That warrior met the fight, Till backward sunk the foeman's train

 Like the recoil ofocean's wave- Then quick-impetuous OCT the plain

 Still foremost mid the victors brave That warrior led the victor band; And bloed-red blood was on his hand, And blood was on his plume of snow; But ah still bright the gem below,- How pure that jewel must have been To cross each dark and deadly scene, And mingle in such fierce affray. Yet pass unsoiled and bright away. "And now the victor's chaplet bring,

 Wen twine it on his brow"- Its dark green honours sure will fling

 A shade upon the gem below. An no-it sparkles bright and clear, Tho to his heart perchance less dear: And though the laurel steals away Remembrance ofits pearly ray, It cannot chase that gem away, Nor sully OCT its purity. Hark !-where the moon beams brightly Upon the waveless sea, What sririt forms their vigils keep in notes of music softly deep?

 It is thy voice fair Italy, Oh never let thy sorcery come

 Across the wanderers career- ? Or teach him to forget his home,

 And the "soft blue eye weeping there.'' That warrior brave now treads the halls Where Syren songs of pleasure flow, The fairy chaplets deck the walls,

 And bright eyed beauty smiles below. A thousand blazing lustres stream, = Bright as the meteor ofthe pole, Joy cross'd the wild enchanted dream,

 And flung his fetters OCT the soul. That warrior plucked the sweetest flower, The brightest wreath was twined for

 him:

 But meath the witchery of that hour,

 Ah-did the gem beneath grow dim! Deep was the magic of the scene,

 A rosy circle bound his brow Still all forgotten and unseen

 The gem was pure and bright below. And when the flower has pass'd away

 And the fair form of beauty gone, Beyond the touch of dull decay,

 Still will that jewel sparkle on. What was its ray so pearly fair,

 All time and chance and change above ? Twas woman bade it sparkle there,

 An emblem of woman's love. Oh scOrn it not-'twill closest cling When all is dark and sorrowing, Twill gild for thee life's stormy wave, And beacon thee beyond the grave.

 NORMA.