The Sun.
London, England, 1826-09-06 00:00:00

Mighty Love !
Amid the horrors of that dreadful hour
Thy pow'r was known—nor could Death's agony
Quench thy pure flame. There was a youthful pair,
Some tiw brief days before had seen them link'd
In wedlock's silken fetters. They had loved
Through many a weary hour of separation,
Constant and true. Parental prudenee king
Their union stey'd. Beyond the western main
The youth amid his kindred bands hid sought
A leader's name and station, and had won them ;
Then hoineward turn'd, by fond affection led,
And reach'd his lov'd one's bow'r, and to his heaft
Was clasp'd the yielded prize. His manly form
Was cast in Nature's choicest mould; a heart
More kind, more noble, never heaved beneath
His country's tartan ; nor in Highland glen
Than his loved Bride e'er bloom'd a fairer flow'r.
So stands the stately monarch of the dale,
The tow'ring Oak, protecting from the blast
The Lily's lovely form. His was the arm '
With manly vigour braced, and his the skill
That cp'er:.the subject wave had borne him safe
To the near beach. Affection deep forbade—
For what, when all he treasured most was gone,
Were life to MIAI ! He Celt his cherish'd bride
Around him cling. He clasped her agonized
In fondest last embrace, which death itself
Could not dissever. The remorseless wave
That instant buried in its dark abyss
The youthful muffirers, and when the days arrived
That bade the deep disgorge its lovely prey,
Still lock'd in that embrace that pair were found.
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THE LAST PLAGUE OF E(?YPT.
EXODUS, CHAP. xii. 29, 80.
'Tis midnight—'tie midnight o'er Egypt's dark sky,
And in whirlwind and storm the Sirocco sweeps by ;
MI arid and hot is its death breathing blast,
Each sleeper breathes thick and each bosom beats fast.
And the young mother wakes and arouses from rest,
And presses more closely her babe to her breast—
But the heart that she presses is death-like and still,
And the lips that she kisses are breathless and chill.
And the young brother clings to the elder in fear,
As the gust falls so dirge-like and sad on his ear ;
But that brother return. not the trembling embrace,
He speaks not—he breathes not—death lies in his place.
And the first-born of Egypt are dying around,
'Tit a sigh---'tis a moan—and then slumber more sound ;
They but wake from their sleep, and their spirits hare fled,
They but wale into life to repose with the dead.
And there lay the infant still smiling in death,
Scarce heaved its young breast as it parted with breath ;
And there lay the boy, yet in youtWe. nodding bloom,
With the calmness of sleep, but the hue of the tomb !
And there fell the youth hi the pride *this prime,
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In the spring-tide of life and perchaneejno ..crime—
And unnerved is that arm, and closed lalha -yo,
And cold is that bosom which once beat so b.
And the fund mother'. hope, and the fiord father's trust,
And the widow's sole stay are returning to dust.
Egypt has not a plaie where there is not one dead,
From the proud mpnarch's palace to penury's shed.
And the hearths of that country are desolate now,
And the crown of her glory is struck from her brow ;
But while proud Egypt trembles, still Israel iv free,
Unfettered, unbound, as the wave* of the sea.
Dublin Evening Mail.