Soft on the wind was borne the pray'r;
The spectres vanish'd into air,
And all was hush'd in peace.

Now redd'ning tints the skies adorn,
And streaks of gold, proclaim the morn;
The night is chas'd away.
The sun ascends, new warmth he gives,
New hope, new joy; all nature lives,
And hails the glorious day.

No more are dreadful fantoms near;
Love and his smiling train, appear;
They cull each sweetest flow'r,
To scatter o'er the path of youth,
To deck the bridal bed, when Truth
And Beauty own their pow'r.

Ah,--could your pow'r avert the blast
Which threatens Bliss!--could passion last!
Ye dear enchanters tell;
What purer joy could Heaven bestow,
Than when with shar'd affection's glow
Our panting bosoms swell?

Sweet spirits wave the airy wand,
Two faithful hearts your care demand;
Lo! bounding o'er the plain,
Led by your charm, a youth returns;
With hope, his breast impatient burns;
Hope is not always vain.

"Wake, Leonora!--wake to Love!
For thee, his choicest wreath he wove;"
Death vainly aim'd his Dart.
The Past was all a dream; she woke--
He lives;--'twas William's self who spoke,
And clasp'd her to his Heart.

_Balto. Weekly Mag._, I-280, Apr. 29, 1801, Balto.

[G. A. Buerger, _Lenore_. The last eight stanzas are an invention of
the translator.]

For the Portfolio.

Mr. Old School,

If you permit a truant to peep into your literary seminary, he will
venture to present you with the inclosed hastily written lines, as a
peace offering; but shall not be irritated beyond measure, should you
choose to convert it into a _burnt offering_, as a just punishment for
time misspent.

At any rate, the sentence you shall pass, shall not be appealed from.

Your sincere well-wisher,

The Author.

DAMON AND DAPHNE, AN IDYLL,
(Matrimonial,)
Attempted from Gessner.

DAMON.

The gloomy tempest, Daphne, has blown o'er,
The thunder's awful voice is heard no more;
Tremble not then, my girl, the lightning's blaze
Through the dark cloud, no longer darts its rays.
Let us this arbour leave, the blue sky g