Reflect the light of heaven.
THE SWALLOWS.
FROM THE FRENCH OF BERANGER.
Captive on Afric’s barren shore,
And bending ’neath the Moorish chain,
A warrior cried—“I see once more
The birds that fly from winter’s reign.
Swallows! which Hope with welcomed glance
Hath followed o’er the burning sea,
Ye left my native sunny France—