Felicia Hemans

“ When the stars give quiet light;
And let us offer our faint perfume
On the silent shrine of night.
Call it not wasted, the scent we lend
To the breeze when no step is nigh;
Oh! thus for ever the earth should send
Her grateful breath on high!
And love us as emblems, night's dewy flowers,
Of hopes unto sorrow given,
That spring through the gloom of the darkest hours,
Looking alone to Heaven! ”

“ Their steps are on thy plains;
Their names, by old majestic trees,
Are whisper'd round thy fanes:
Their blood hath mingled with the tide
Of thine exulting sea;—
Oh, be it still a joy, a pride,
To live and die for thee! ”