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From he FOREST SANCTUARY, POEM 6v Mrs. HEMANs, recently published in Boston. A fearful thing that love and death may dwell In the same world !-She faded on-and I- Blind to the last, there needed death to tell My trusting soul that she could fade to die; Yet, ere she parted, had marked change But it breathed hope-twas beautiful, though strange: A Something of gladness in the melody, or her low voice, and in her words a flight Of airy thought-alas too pcrilously bright ]! And a clear sparkle n her glance, yet wild, And quick, and eager, like the flashing gaze Of some all wondering and awakening child, That first the giories of the earth surveys. How could it thus deceive me !-she had worn .1 ..i.. IF. .. .. Around her, like the dewy msts of morn. A peasive tenderness through happiest days. And soft world of dreams had seern'd to lie Still in her dark, and deep, and spiritual eye. And could hope in that strange fire ;--she

 died,

 She died, with all its lustre on her mein The day was melting from the waters wide, And through its long bright hours her thoughts

 had been, t@-.- ., so- Itseem'd with restless and unwonted yearning, To Spain's blue skies and dark sierias turning; For her fond words were all of vintage scene, And Towering myrtle & sweet citron's breath, Oh with what vivid hucs life comes back

 oft on death And from her lips mountain songs of old, h wild faint snatches, itfully had sprung; Songs of the orange bower, the Moorish hold, The 's Rio Verde." on her soul that hung, And thence fow'd forth.-But now the sun

 was low

 And watching by my side ifs last red glow, That ever stills the heart, once more she sung Her own soft " Ora Mater r'--and the sound Wps even like loves farewell-so mournfully

 profound.

 The boy had droppd to slumber at our feet: -"And have lull'd him to his smiling rest Once more" :" she said,-I raised him-it was

 sweet, .... Yet sad. to see the peafect calm which bless'd His look that hour !-for now her voice grew

 weak; at 3lt.. ...uf. f.'.. And on the fowery crimson of his cheek. With her white fpsa ns.lOng kiss she press'd, Yet light to wake him not-Then sank her

 head ,...t'

 Against my bursting heart; What did clasp; ' the dead E..r., ,-