Julia.
[Dugald Moore.]
She was a sunbeam in the storm,—
A star that gently lifted
Above the dark its beauteous form,
When the dull tempest shifted.
She loved—that passion like a spell
With her young dreams was blended:
The flowerets from youth's chaplet fell
Before her spring-time ended.
In yon church-yard, the flowers are fair
Beneath heaven's blue expansion:—
But a sweeter gem is lying there,
In dark oblivion's mansion;
The bud of promise to all eyes—
O'er whom the wild wind dashes,—
But she shall flourish in the skies,
When stars and worlds are ashes.