MIRIAM - by E. M. SIDNEY. - From GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE. July, 1847.

MIRIAM by  E. M. SIDNEY. She opens her lattice, And looks on the lake; O’er its slumbering surface, No murmurs awake. Afar, o’er the mountain, The moon has long set: The morning breeze freshens, Why tarries he yet ?   A sound in the distance, A low plashing oar: See! yonder a shadow; It touches the shore. ’Tis he - safe returning Joy leaps to her eyes: And clasped to his bosom, “My husband !” she sighs. From GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE. July, 1847.