Keen is the strife of love and death;

Faint and yet frantic grows my bosom's thrill.

Yet swells the tide of rapture strong,

Though mists o'ershade mine eye!

Sing Pæans! sing a Conqueror's song!

For thee, for thee, my spirit's lord, I die!'"

Hemans.

A M P H I O N A N D N I O B E.