choirs Of winged minstrels, waking out of light, Ring requiem meet to those departing fires-- Let me be with thee then--forgetting quite The world, its scornfulness, and its desires.
O! I could weep for thee! and yet not tears Of hopelessness, but triumph, and sit down And weave for thee wet wild-flowers for a crown-- Then up, and sound rich music in thine ears; And teach thee, that sweet lips, in coming years, Shall lisp the songs which cold dull hearts disown,-- That all which hope could pant for is thine own,-- Dimmed, for a moment's space, with human fears. Then watch the new-born glories in thine eye, Glancing like lightning from its chariot cloud, And list these words, which know not how to die,-- Joy's inspiration gushing forth aloud: Then back again unto the world and sigh, And wrap my heart up in a dusky shroud.
THOMAS M---- S.
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CHOOSING OF BAILIFFS AT BRIDGNORTH.
(For the Mirror.)
The bailiffs of Bridgnorth are chosen out of the twenty-four