Felicia Hemans

“ They come from Earth's most hidden veins, which man shall never find,
With gems that have the hues of fire deep at their heart enshrined.
"But a mightier power is on me now—it rules my struggling breath;
I have sway'd the rushing elements—but still and strong is Death!
I quit my throne, yet leave I not my vassal-spirits free—
Thou hast brave and high aspirings, youth!—my Sceptre is for thee! ”

“ When lances clash'd on the Syrian shore.
Borne from their dwellings, green and lone,
There were flowers of the woods on the pathway strown;
And wheels that crush'd as they swept along—
Oh! what doth the violet amidst the throng? ”

“ A mantling of the rapid blood o'er the youth's impassion'd mien,
A mantling and a fading swift—a look with sadness fraught—
And that too pass'd—and boldly then rush'd forth the ardent thought.
"Must those high words of sovereignty ne'er sound in human ear?
I have a friend—a noble friend—as life or freedom dear!
Thou offerest me a glorious gift—a proud majestic throne,
But I know the secrets of his heart—and shall I seal mine own?
"And there is one that loves me well, with yet a gentle love—
Oh! is not her full, boundless faith, all power, all wealth above? ”