Hail, heavenly harp, where Memnon’s skill is shown,
That charm’st the ear with music all thy own!
Which, though untouched, canst rapturous strains impart.
Oh, rich of genuine nature, free from art!
Such the wild warblings of the chirping throng,
So simply sweet the untaught virgin’s song.
Mr. Longfellow’s admirers will remember his beautiful little poem commencing:—
I like that ancient Saxon phrase which calls
The burial-ground God’s acre.
This “Saxon phrase” is not obsolete. It may be seen, for instance, inscribed over the entrance to a modern cemetery at Basle—