For in the rocky strait beneath,
Lay Suliote sire and son ;
They had heap'd high the piles of death
Before the pass was won.

"They have cross'd the torrent, and on they come ! Woe for the mountain hearth and home!

There, where the hunter laid by his spear,
There, where the lyre hath been sweet to hear,
There, where I sang thee, fair babe! to sleep,
Nought but the blood-stain our trace shall keep!"

And now the horn's loud blast was heard,
And now the cymbal's clang,
Till ev'n the upper air was stirr'd,
As cliff and hollow rang.

"Hark! they bring music, my joyous child !
What saith the trumpet to Suli's wild !
Doth it light thine eye with so quick a fire,
As if at a glance of thine armed sire ?
-Still!-be thou still! - there are brave men low-
Thou wouldst not smile couldst thou see him now!"
But nearer came the clash of steel,
And louder swell'd the horn,
And farther yet the tambour's peal
Through the dark pass was borne.

"Hear'st thou the sound of their savage mirth?
-Boy! thou wert free when I gave thee birth,
Free, and how cherish'd, my warrior's son !
He too hath bless'd thee, as I have done!
Ay, and unchain'd must his loved ones be-
-Freedom, young Suliote! for thee and me!"

And from the arrowy peak she sprung,
And fast the fair child bore,

A veil upon the wind was flung,

A cry-and all was o'er!

THE FAREWELL TO THE DEAD.

The following piece is founded on a beautiful part of the Greek funeral service, in which relatives and friends are invited to embrace the deceased (whose face is uncovered), and to bid their final adieu.

See Christian Researches in the Mediterranean.

-'Tis hard to lay into the earth
A countenance so benign! a form that walk'd
But yesterday so stately o'er the earth!

WILSON.

COME near!-ere yet the dust

Soil the bright paleness of the settled brow,
Look on your brother and embrace him now,

In still and solemn trust!

Come near! once more let kindred lips be press'd
On his cold cheek; then bear him to his rest!

Look yet on this young face!
What shall the beauty, from amongst us gone,
Leave of its image, ev'n where most it shone,
Gladdening its hearth and race?

Dim grows the semblance on man's heart impress'd-Come near, and bear the beautiful to rest!

Ye weep, and it is well!
For tears befit earth's partings!-Yesterday
Song was upon the lips of this pale clay,

And sunshine seem'd to dwell

Where'er he moved the welcome and the bless'd!
Now gaze! and bear the silent unto rest!

Look yet on him, whose eye

Meets yours no more in sadness or in mirth!
Was he not fair amidst the sons of earth,

The beings born to die?

-But not where death has power may love be bless'dCome near! and bear ye the beloved to rest!

How may the mother's heart

Dwell on her son, and dare to hope again?
The spring's rich promise hath been given in vain,

The lovely must depart!

Is he not gone, our brightest and our best?
Come near! and bear the early-call'd to rest!

Look on him! is he laid

To slumber from the harvest or the chase ?
-Too still and sad the smile upon his face,
Yet that, ev'n that, must fade!
Death holds not long unchang'd his fairest guest,-
Come near! and bear the mortal to his rest!

His voice of mirth hath ceased

Amidst the vineyards! there is left no place
For him whose dust receives your vain embrace,
At the gay bridal feast !

Earth must take earth to moulder on her breast;
Come near! weep o'er him! bear him to his rest!

Yet mourn ye not as they

Whose spirit's light is quench'd! for him the past Is seal'd. He may not fall, he may not cast

His birthright's hope away!

All is not here of our beloved and bless'd-
Leave ye the sleeper with his God to rest!