My body to the sea,
My heart to thee, my ladye-love,
Oh, weep one tear for me!’”
We cannot better conclude than with the beautiful, though hackneyed, enigma on the letter H, one of the most perfect ever written. The honor of its authorship belongs to Miss Ferrier.
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“’Twas whispered in Heaven, ’twas muttered in Hell,
And Echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;
On the confines of Earth ’twas permitted to rest,
And the depths of the Ocean its presence confessed.
’Twill be found in the sphere when ’tis riven asunder,