STANZAS TO, AND IN ILLUSTRATION OF, A LANDSCAPE BY CLAUDE.
(For the Mirror.)
Young land of beauty, and divine repose!
Art thou a dream? a vision from on high
Unveiling Paradise? uncurt'ning those
Supernal glories, Eden doth supply
To glad immortals? o'er thee, ev'ning glows,
Brilliant, as seraph's blush—pure as his breath—
Smiling an antidote to tears and death!
Young land of beauty! (fancy could not dwell