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WOLFE OF THE KNOLL.

Lost in o'erwhelming wonder the humbled youth exclaims ;
"O Father, by the tenderest of all Thy chosen names,
By Thy great love incarnate, forgive my soul that still
Against Thine awful counsels hath raised a sinful will !"

  What feverish throb of life our isle
  Now stirs, that lay so calm erewhile ?
  Why do they hurry to the shore,
  And send their searching glances o'er
  The roughening sea ? What ! know'st thou not,
  From Hamburg city news is brought,
  That Melleff, son of Amroom, late
  A slave in Barbary, doth wait
  In her safe port for wind and tide
  To waft him to our island's side ?
  To-day the breeze blows fresh and fair,
  To-day the favoring tide rolls high,
  To-day no sea-mists blind the air,
  The bark that bears him must be nigh !
  The downs in panting haste they climb,