STANZAS.

She shone upon the bright saloon

Mid mirth and music’s sound,

Like moonlight, on the glimmering

Of tapers dim around,

And where she walked, ’twas wonderful

How all our hearts she bowed,

And how she tamed the manliest,

And how she awed the proud.

Some shapes there are, though dear and rare,

By grudging Nature given,

To teach us here, how beautiful

The angels are in heaven;

And such was she, the queen of all,

The fairest of the fair,

The lady of the gentle heart,

And soul-subduing air.