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THE NORTHERN MYTHOLOGY.
By the Same.
Hear, ye Rulers of the North,
O'er desolation's gloomy plain,
Mark the sable feline coat, Spotted girdle velvet-wrought; Mark the skin of glistening snake, Sleeping seiz'd in forest brake; Mark the radiant crystal stone, On which days Sovereign never shone, From the cavern dark and deep Digg'd i’ th’hour of mortal sleep; Mark the cross, in mystic round Meetly o'er the sandal bound, And the symbols grav'd thereon, Holiest Tetragrammaton ! Now while midnight torches gleam, Rivals of the Moon's pale beam, On ocean's unfrequented shore Some moss-grown ruin silvering o'er. While the Aame of resinous fire Mounts aloft in curling spire ; I scatter round this charmed room, The fragrance of the myrrh's perfume ; And, bending o'er this consecrated sword, Confirm each murmur'd spell, each inly-thril.
CAROUSAL OF ODIN.
BY THE REV. THOMAS PENROSE.
Fill the honey'd bev'rage high, - Fill the sculls, 'tis Odin's cry: Heard ye not the powerful call, Thund'ring thro' the vaulted hall? “ Fill the meath, and spread the board, “ Vassals of the griesly Lord.”
The portal hinges grate,-they come-
With helm and morion, targe and shield, Some quivering launces couch, some biting maces wield: All march with haughty step, all proudly shake the
The feast begins, the scull goes round,
The gust of war subsides-E'en now The grim chiefcurls his cheek, and smooths his rugged
“ Shame to your placid front, ye men of death!"
To the inactive rev'ling Champion's name. “ Call forth the song,” she scream'd ;-the minstrels
The theme was glorious war, the dear delight
“ Joy to the soul,” the Harpers sung,
(Banners waving o'er his plume)
« Of the bold determin'd host !" With greedy ears the guests each note devour'd, Each struck his beaver down, and grasp'd his faith
“ Joy to the soull a joy divine !