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purity's pearl.
Stars shall light the viewless portal
Of the mansion made for thee!
Of the mansion made for thee!
Softly, with that last word, died away
Voice and vision, from my dreaming sense;
But the youth rose, ere she closed the lay,
And with eyes illumed by thought intense,
Placed his hand in hers, that she should lead him thence.
Voice and vision, from my dreaming sense;
But the youth rose, ere she closed the lay,
And with eyes illumed by thought intense,
Placed his hand in hers, that she should lead him thence.
PURITY'S PEARL;
or, the history of a tear.
A maiden, one summer's day, over Life's sea,
In a pleasure-boat swiftly sailing,
Gazed back on the bowers of her childhood free,
That were dim in the distance failing.
She had clasp'd her zone with a brilliant stone,
In tint like the plume of a Lory,
Through its heart the blush of the dawn had shone,
And left it in all its glory.
In a pleasure-boat swiftly sailing,
Gazed back on the bowers of her childhood free,
That were dim in the distance failing.
She had clasp'd her zone with a brilliant stone,
In tint like the plume of a Lory,
Through its heart the blush of the dawn had shone,
And left it in all its glory.
