Hail to thee, fountain of eternal light,
  Streaming with dewy radiance in the sky! 
  Rising like some huge giant from the night,
  While the dark shadows from thy presence fly. 
  Enshrin’d in mantle of a varied dye,
  Thou hast been chambering in the topmost clouds,
  List’ning to peeping, glist’ning stars on high,
  Pillow’d upon their thin, aerial shrouds;
  But when the breeze of dawn refreshfully
  Swept the rude waters of the ocean flood,
  And the dark pines breath’d from each leaf a sigh,
  To wake the sylvan genius of the wood,
  Thou burst in glory on our dazzled sight,
  In thy resplendent charms, a flood of golden light!

TO THE MOON.

  Spirit of heaven! shadow-mantled queen,
  In mildest beauty peering in the sky,
  Radiant with light!  ’Tis sweet to see thee lean,
  As if to listen, from cloud-worlds on high,
  Whilst murmuring nightingales voluptuously
  Breathe their soft melody, and dew-drops lie
  Upon the myrtle blooms and oaken leaves,
  And the winds sleep in sullen peacefulness! 
  Oh! it is then that gentle Fancy weaves
  The vivid visions of the soul, which bless
  The poet’s mind, and with sweet phantasies,
  Like grateful odours shed refreshfully
  From angels’ wings of glistening beauty, tries
  To waken pleasure, and to stifle sighs!

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EMBLEM OF WALES.

(For the Mirror.)

It is supposed by some of the Welsh, and in some notes to a poem the author (Mr. P. Lewellyn) says he has been confidently assured, that the leek, as is generally supposed to be, is not the original emblem of Wales, but the sive, or chive, which is common to almost every peasant’s garden.  It partakes of the smell and taste of the onion and leek, but is not so noxious, and is much handsomer than the latter.  It grows in a wild state on the banks of the Wye, infinitely larger than when planted in gardens.  According to the above-mentioned author, the manner in which it became the national emblem of Cambria was as follows:—­As a prince of Wales was returning victorious from battle, he wished to have some leaf or flower to commemorate the event; but it being winter, no plant or shrub was seen until they came to the Wye, when they beheld the sive, which the prince commanded to be worn as a memorial of the victory.

Tipton, Staffordshire.

W.H.

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HISTORY OF FAIRS.

(For the Mirror.)