There, dost thou well believe, no storm should come
  To mar the stillness of that Angel-Home;—­
      There should thy slumbers be
  Weighed down with honey-dew, serenely blessed,
  Like theirs who first in Eden’s Grove took rest
      Under some balmy tree.

  Love, Love! thou passionate in Joy and Woe! 
  And canst thou hope for cloudless peace below—­
          Here, where bright things must die? 
  Oh, thou! that wildly worshipping, dost shed
  On the frail altar of a mortal head
          Gifts of infinity!

  Thou must be still a trembler, fearful Love! 
  Danger seems gathering from beneath, above,
          Still round thy precious things;—­
  Thy stately Pine-tree, or thy gracious Rose,
  In their sweet shade can yield thee no repose,
          Here, where the blight hath wings.

  And, as a flower with some fine sense imbued
  To shrink before the wind’s vicissitude,
          So in thy prescient breast
  Are lyre-strings quivering with prophetic thrill
  To the low footstep of each coming ill;—­
          Oh! canst Thou dream of rest?

  Bear up thy dream! thou Mighty and thou Weak
  Heart, strong as Death, yet as a reed to break,
          As a flame, tempest swayed! 
  He that sits calm on High is yet the source
  Whence thy Soul’s current hath its troubled course,
          He that great Deep hath made!

  Will He not pity?—­He, whose searching eye
  Reads all the secrets of thine agony?—­
          Oh! pray to be forgiven
  Thy fond idolatry, thy blind excess,
  And seek with Him that Bower of Blessedness—­
          Love! thy sole Home is Heaven!

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ORIENTAL SMOKING.

In India a hookah, in Persia a nargilly, in Egypt a sheesha, in Turkey a chibouque, in Germany a meerschaum, in Holland a pipe, in Spain a cigar—­I have tried them all.  The art of smoking is carried by the Orientals to perfection.  Considering the contemptuous suspicion with which the Ottomans ever regard novelty, I have sometimes been tempted to believe that the eastern nations must have been acquainted with tobacco before the discovery of Raleigh introduced it to the occident; but a passage I fell upon in old Sandys intimates the reverse.  That famous traveller complains of the badness of the tobacco in the Levant, which, he says, is occasioned by Turkey being supplied only with the dregs of the European markets.  Yet the choicest tobacco in the world now grows upon the coasts of Syria.