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POETRY.

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POETRY. THE AISLE OF TOMBS. The interior of Chester-le-street Church, Durham, contains a singular collection of monuments, bearing effigies of the de- ceased ancestry of the Lumley family, from the time of Li- ulphus to the reign of Elizabeth. The quiet and the chillness Of the aisle of tombs The shadow and the stillness A rosy light illumes: Like the memory of the past, On the carved arms delaying, On the marble pall O'er the blood-red 'scutcheon playing With a crimson fal,, Into a sudden sunshine cast Are the ancient warriors The warriors of olden time. So with a kindled heart we love them, Dwelling on their fame, So doth memory fiing above them Its shadow of a name Noblest shadow flung on earth We remember many a story Of the old chivalric day, When the red-cross, like a glory, Shone above the fray. "iwas a gkricus age gave birth To the ancient warriors The warriurs of olden time. Though the sword no more be trusted, As it was of old Thnn2',h the shining spear be rusted, And the right hand cold They have left their fame behind, Still a spirit from their slumbers 4 Rises true and brave; h Asks the minstrel for his numbers, r Music from their grave. „ Noble, gentle, valiant, kind, Were the ancient warriors, The warriors of olilen time. All the meaner part hath perished In the earth at rest; And the present hour hath cherished W hat of them was best. What a knight should be, we keep; For the present doth inherit All the glories of the past; We retain what was its spirit, While tis dust to dust is cast. All good angels guard the sleep, Of the ancient warriors, The warriors of olden time. THE SNOW-DROP, Thou beautiful new-comer, With white nnd maiden brow; Thou fairy gift from summer. Why ait thou blooming now ? This dim and sheltered allcy Is dark with winter green Not such as in the valley At sweet spring-time is seen. The lime-tree's tender yellow, The a"r><~n's silverv sheen, With mingling colours mellow The universal green. Now solemn yews are bending, 'Mid gloomy tirs around And in long dark wreaths descending, The ivy sweeps the ground. No sweet companion pledges Thy health as dew-drops pass; No rose is on the hedges, No violet in the grass. Thou art watching, and thou only, Above the earth's snow tomb Thus lovely, and thus lonely, 1 bluss thee for thy bloom. Though the singing riil be frozen, While the wind forsakes the west; Though the singing birds have choscn Some lone and silent rest Like thee, one sweet thought lingers In a heart else cold and dead, Though the summer's flowers and singers, And sunshine, long have fled. r, 'Tis the love for long years cherished, t Yet lingering, lorn, and lone I Though its lovelier lights have perished, And its earlier hopes are flown. Though a weary world hath bound it v With many a heavy thrall And the cold and changed surround it, It blossometh over all.

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