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and fled before her mighty power. The giant of 

 the desert disappeared. The affrighted pixies 

 plunged into the lethal waters of the stagnant pool, 

 and ever burns a lurid light over the scene of their 

 unholy labours. The rustic awoke from his dis- 

 graceful lethargy, he shook off the toils of his per- 

 secutors : gazed on the enlightened world with 

 wonder and joy, and, trampling beneath his feet the 

 bonds of superstition, walked amongst his fellows, 

 firm and erect. At the same moment, unheard, but 

 not unnoticed, the spirits of Ina and her train were 

 absorbed in the overpowering light. Reason be- 

 wailed the departing fays, the waters murmured a 

 funeral strain to their memory ; and the rustic, in 

 grateful remembrance, called the valley after the 

 elfin queen. Ages have past on, and, although the 

 dominion of the fairies is extinct, yet the scene of 

 their gaiety remains, and the mossy dell and magic 

 bridge still mark the lovely retreat of Ina's combe. 



R. P. E. 



Park TVood. 



SUNRISE IN THE MOUNTAINS. 



FROM AN UNPUBLISHED POEM, BY 

 SOPHIE DIXON. 



Thou, eye of Heaven, immortal Sun ! awake ! 



Yon eastern cloud the morning ruby dyes; 

 Lift up thy awful countenance, and take 



Thy place of glory in those boundless skies : 

 God of a hundred nations ! wherefore lies 



Thy brow of beams beneath the hills afar? 

 Break off the bands of Night! Oh Sun ! arise! 



Who shall thy everlasting steps debar ? 

 Who check thy endless race, or stay thy heavenly car ? 



Thou climbest o'er the mountains : — Lo ! thy face 

 Looks from the cloud, in perfect beauty seen; 



Darkness hath fled to his accustomed place, 

 And scant a wandering shadow comes betweeri 



