'Twas RUBI, in whose mournful eye
Slept the dim light of days gone by;
Whose voice, though sweet, fell on the ear
Like echoes, in some silent place,
When first awak'd for many a year;
And when he smil'd-if o'er his face

Smile ever shone-'twas like the grace
Of moonlight rainbows, fair, but wan,
The sunny life, the glory gone.

Ev'n o'er his pride, though still the same,
A softening shade from sorrow came;
And though at times his spirit knew
The kindlings of disdain and ire,
Short was the fitful glare they threw-
Like the last flashes, fierce but few,

Seen through some noble pile on fire!

Such was the Angel, who now broke

The silence that had come o'er all, When he, the Spirit that last spoke,

Clos'd the sad history of his fall;

And, while a sacred lustre, flown

For many a day, relum'd his cheek, And not those sky-tun'd lips alone But his eyes, brow, and tresses roll'd

Like sunset waves, all seem'd to speak

Thus his eventful story told :

SECONDS ANGEL'S STORY.

"You both remember well the day When unto Eden's new-made bowers,

He, whom all living things obey,
Summon'd his chief angelic powers
To witness the one wonder yet,
Beyond man, angel, star, or sun,
He must achieve, ere he would set
His seal upon the world, as done-
To see that last perfecton rise,

That crowning of creation's birth, When, mid the worship and surprise Of circling angels, Woman's eyes First open'd upon heaven and earth;

And from their lids a thrill was sent,

That through each living spirit went
Like first light through the firmament!

Can you forget how gradual stole

The fresh-awaken'd breath of soul

Throughout her perfect form-which seem'd
To grow transparent, as there beam'd
That dawn of Mind within, and caught
New loveliness from each new thought?

Slow as o'er summer seas we trace

The progress of the noontide air,

Dimpling its bright and silent face
Each minute into some new grace,

And varying heaven's reflections there-
Or, like the light of evening, stealing
O'er some fair temple, which all day

Hath slept in shadow, slow revealing

Its several beauties, ray by ray,

Till it shines out, a thing to bless,
All full of light and loveliness.

Can you forget her blush, when round
Through Eden's lone, enchanted ground
She look'd-and at the sea-the skies-
And heard the rush of many a wing,
By God's command then vanishing,
And saw the last few angel eyes,
Still lingering-mine among the rest,-
Reluctant leaving scene so blest?

From that miraculous hour, the fate
Of this new, glorious Being dwelt
For ever, with a speed-like weight,
Upon my spirit-early, late,