Extracts from Zóphiël; or, the Bride of Seven.
DESCRIPTION OF EGLA.
(FROM ZÓPHIËL.)
BLEST were those days! Can these dull ages boast Aught to compare? though now no more beguile, Chain'd in their darkling depths, the infernal host; Who would not brave a fiend to share an angel's smile?
'T was then there lived a captive Hebrew pair; In woe the embraces of their youth had past; And blest their paler years one daughter; fair She flourish'd, like a lonely rose, the last
And loveliest of her line. The tear of joy, The early love of song, the sigh that broke From her young lip, the best beloved employ; What womanhood disclosed, in infancy bespoke
A child of passion: tenderest and best Of all that heart has inly loved and felt, Adorned the fair enclosure of her breast: Where passion is not found, no virtue ever dwelt.