They for his absence wept to radiant gems!
The sun ascends in glory: I will strike
My harp in honour of his beauteous rising.-
Eternal orb, fount of refulgence, hail!
Thy everlasting path is in the heavens,
With measureless excess all other stars
Outshining, stars whose light in thine expires;
Whose beams, but for thy friendly absence, ne'er
Our distant world had reached. At thy approach
Darkness and night, with their grim phantom bands
And fearful shapes, speed to their caves below,
Amid the great sea's vast and unknown depths;
The kindling skies fling off their dismal garb
Of murky shadows and black cheerless mists,
And don their robes of many-coloured woof;
While o'er thy path the queen o' th' morning flings
Celestial rose, and gold, and beamy gem.
To greet thy coming, nature wakes full loud

Her anthem peal of myriad voices blent;

Waters, and winds, and birds, and beasts unite

With man in one wild universal hymn,

To hail thy rising in the flame-clad east.

Nor storm-fraught cloud, nor tempest lightning-winged,
Stays the bright progress of thy chariot wheels:
Calmly amid the heavens thou still pursuest

Thy course unerringly, when all below

Is wrapt in thunderous gloom; mountain and vale,
Ocean, and wave-girt isle, and continent,

Thou lookest upon with undiminished ray,
And beauty, light, and life impartest to all!
A thousand ages thou hast seen pass by,
And man, child of a day, beheld, with all
His boasted works, swept down the gulph of time :
Hast viewed his pomp and glory float a wreck,
An undistinguished wreck, on the dark
surge
Of cold oblivion. But thou, god of light,
Of all thy beams illume, art still the same;
And thy life-giving days shall have no end,
Nor thy unborrowed brightness e'er expire.
Roll onward in thy never-ceasing course,
Prince of the firmament; the west awaits
Thee to receive in her accustomed pomp
Of nameless hues, where evening still attends
Thy weary steeds to unyoke, and wave aloft
Her misty veil, the signal for her bands
Of varied minstrels to begin the song
That forest, grove, and dewy valley fills
With a rich swell of plaintive harmony,-
Earth's wild Hosanna to thy bright farewell.

THE FAIR AVENGER;

OR,

THE DESTROYER DESTROYED.

AN ACADEMIC DRAMA,

IN FOUR ACTS.

"To every land

On eagles' wings the bloody tale bas flown ;
How on this city, with his ruthless hosts,
The great destroyer came."

CARRINGTON.

ADVERTISEMENT.,

MANY Conductors of respectable Seminaries for youth are often at a loss in selecting a Drama for Schoolrepresentation, of which all the characters may be sustained by their pupils without awakening any improper ideas in their young minds, or in which the fascinating splendour of false colouring is not thrown over the deformities of passion; while such pieces as are perfectly innocent, are in general so dull and uninteresting, as to afford little or no pleasure to those friends and relatives, who are eager to witness the attempts of the juvenile essayist in the Histrionic art. As a strictly moral piece, no Parent or Master, it is presumed, can object to The Fair Avenger; and that laudable patriotism, so strikingly displayed in the history of Judith, renders it peculiarly fitted for scholastic representation. It is also conveniently short; yet not so short as to destroy the interest arising from the plot, or to deprive young amateurs of an opportunity of exercising their declamatory powers.