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LONDON: JOSEPH MISTERS, AEDERSGATE STREET, AND NEW BOND STREET.

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TO YOU,

LONDON : OUR FATHER IN PAEADISF, PRINTED BH JOSEPH NIASTEWS AND SON, ALDERSGATE STREET. WHOM LIVING, WE DIDDEARLY LOVE:,

YOUR LITTLE DAUGHTER

DEDICATESTHESE.

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.~ ~ XIVER-PCEEDS . . s . . . . . 1 DOUBTING ...... 3

A SONGOP THE DAWNINGm SUMMER . m . 14

HYLAS . . . . . * 16 TEREESUNSETS . . . . . , . . 20 29 BUIWET THOUGHTS. , e . . . .

X. STEPHEN’SDEATH . . . . . e 30 IN THE PIRELIGHT. .. . . 32 l THE ORIEL WINDOW...... 35

~ “ SISTERLQUISE DE LA MISERICORDE” . 9 39 WAR ...... 39 A VISIONOP PHILOSOPHY. . . 41 “FOR TEIS BIY SON WAS DEAD, AKD ISALITE AGAIN ;

HE WAS LOST, AND IS FOUND” - 45 THE NARIES . . . . 51

HYMN . . . , . . * . . 53 ... v111 CONTENTS. PAGE WORDSIN THE SEA-SAND. . e o . 56 cc BUTWISDOM IS JUSTIFIED OP ALL HER CHILDREN” k?’

ib. BOUND OP DAYS s a u a . 59

TRUST. b s s - s m 61

A SONO-POR NP XWEETHEART . a . * 64

ONCE IN A LIFE D ...... 66 b NIGHTFALL . s , s s s . 69

“TIIE LAST9’ D o e . . o ’al RIVER-REEDS.

in the river ! reeds in the river ! All the long day through they tremble and shiver 1 . Men thatgo past, brush them down with their feet, But thebreeze that comes soft from the westerly sky, Stirs them to melodies tender and sweet, May be low laughter, or may be a sigh.

Reeds in the river ! reeds in the river ! Ny thonghts and my rhymes arelike reeds in the river ! Some that go past tread them down in disdain, But thewinds of GOD’Sheaven that over them blow Shall presently wake them to music again, Xay be of gladness, or may be of woe !

Reeds from the river ! reeds from the river ! O I bring you a bundle of reeds from the river ! B 2 RIVER-REEDS. 3

Fresh smelling reeds, newly gathered and green : I bring you a bundle of fancies and rhymes, Though I know that my gift is but lowly and mean, And fair are the flowers that bloom in our times !

Reeds in Lhe river ! reeds in the river ! O deep in my heart like the reeds in the river, DOUBTING. My thoughts grow in darkness, far down out of sight, And over my life passes shadow and light, ERE, where each evening, from the west Like sunshine and cloud on the breast of the stream, Falls the last radiance, and strews o’er But I sit by the banks of my river and dream, With garlands all the sacred floor, For day after day, they grow silent and strong,- They laid my darling down to rest. The reeds of my Syrinx, the reeds ofmy sóng ! ’ .Here, underneath the marble, white And calm and cold as her dear brow, She lies in death and darkness now, Who was my only life and light.

My love ! who hand in hand with me Amidst the busy throng of men, Didst closely walk awhile, and then Wast taken from me suddenly ;

Wast taken ! Whither ? Who may say ? I only know that thou art gone, And that for evermore alone In the great world I tread the way.

Mg love ! Thou wast a beacon light To my lost soul, but in the gale ..

5 ,4 DOUBTING. DOUBTING. Wast quenched, and helplessly I sail There is a voice gone through the earth, Whither I know not, in the night. From pole to pole, from east to west, A crying voice that will not rest Thou wast a flower fair and sweet, By cloistered aisle or homely hearth.

' In my heart's garden reared with care, But in the fervent noontide glire I hear it in theworld of men, Didst fall and wither at my feet. -- In wrangling school, and crowded mart,

' A reasoning voice within my heart, Ah me, is this the end ? What then? That ever answers me again : We still believe and still adore ;: But the quenched fire revives no more, Thou standest, Christian, by thy faith, Mor blooms the perished flower again. . . Thy 'veryweakness is thy might, The darkness is thine only light, To live is sweet ; but very strange 3 . Thy GODa phantom and a wraith. Seems ît to die ; yet, who shall say What sweeter life, what fairer day Hast thou, Q man, an eye to see May dawn beyond that awful change ? Beyond the darkness of the tomb ? Beneath us lie the graves of men, Or hast thou passed Hadean gloom, The silent stars are overhead ; Or,tasted immortality ? The silent stars,-the tilent dead, Shall faith suffice to overthrow And we, the living, stand between, The evidence of things that be? And lift vain voices, and implore And priests and empty creeds decree For vaster truth, and broader light, Through foolish man, what man shall know ? But through the darkness and the night Comes back the echo,-and no more. Q idle preachers ! where is he Can rend the veil that hangs between The visible and things unseen, What has been-is-and what shall be ? \ DOU BTING. DOUBTING. ,6 . DOUBTING. 7

Por how shall human eye or thought Mere creatures then of empty dust, TOsuch sublimer wisdom reach? Mere atoms in a general plan ;- Or mortal skill. presume to teach Yet somewhere in the 'heart of man What cunning Nature leaves untaught P Lingersan old undyingtrust.

Herein is wisdom,-that we know

0.ur very selves to be unwise, /n \ So much of darkness round us lies, ,. So much of tyranny and WO&.

Yet what avails, though we be free P Thou sayest alp things fade and die, Behold, since 'first the world begari, Thou hold& faith an idle boast, How little is the life of man, And weak, the souls that love to trust How poor a thing humanity ! A far-off immortality.

What then? let Ignorance be rife, Why then the strife with moral wrong ? And let us worship with the crowd, The love of moral good? and why, For Truth is weak, and Falsehood loud, If all we love must wholly die, And small the learning of a life. Should human passion be so strong?

Nor let us in our pride be rathe Shall all the love I bear to thee, To crush the hopes we deem unwise, Uy buried darling ! pass away P For much of wholesome sweetness lies Nor rather dawn in fuller day

In the fair flower of Christian faith. .~ ~ TJpon some fair eternity T

Shall then all human things decay? ~ 1 know not; only this I knowmT, And stirring thought and mind and sod This, that thou art no longer here, Die wholly with the common whole- And day by day, and year by yearEr, Vain shadow, vanishing away ? 1 The clouds above me seem to grow, 8 DOUBTING. DOUBTING. Y

O would I were where now thou art ! And many a crew, the minstrel said, For these dead hopes no more shall make, i Was lost upon the rocky shore, And never summer sun shall break Nor ever home returned they more, The shadow brooding on my heart 1 i But all the sea was strep. with dead.

And Q ! alas, for mortal men !

,~- I For that they labour vainly still, Nor can they find that fairy rill . - Where he who drinks is young again. ..

I mind me how long years ago, He sang, and ended with a sigh, I heard an aged minstrel sing, Then rising, laid his harp away, The legend of some fairy spring, And dreamily, I heard him say,

Whence life and youth, eternal fl~w. “ We all must die,-we all must die.”

And how in wizard days gone by, A foolish tale,-yet now and then When men were few, and faith was blind, I turn it over in my mind, The world m7as all astir to find And idly wish that I might find, The source of Immortality. That stream so sought of mortal men.

And lords and knights in fair array “We all must die,” the minstrel said, Went out to seek the wondrous fount, Amen ! it is an ancient truth ; And died of weariness and want, A homely word in every mouth, Or dropped upon the tedious way. But Q ! what is it to 6e dead ?

Till all the land was searched in vain, In vain we fight with failing breath, Save one tall island far at sea, And stretch forth feeble hands and cry,

And there they said the charm must be, “ Give me the magic cup, that I Y Girt round with cliff arad seething main. May drink one draught and laugh at Death !” 1 10 DOUBTING, DOUBTING. 11 l '/: O me I .the grief,-the long farewell I But now our bridal dance is done, l' , .j; 1: The darkened room, and maed tread, The song, the jest, the festive speech, And then she whispered,-cc He is dead," ! And we are dearer each to each, t , .i But more than this we cannot tell. h Since night and stillness make us one.

" Ay, life is short !J9 the atheist cries, Too well I loved the things that seem, ~

" And happiness the goal of men ; .I lay in sunshine at thy feet, t w60 lives to mourn, is foolish then, \I For. Q ! methought that life was sweet,

'i And he whois laughlives to wise." i? And sorrow all an idle dream. 'j , But with dimmed eyes, and folded hands, But lo, between me and the light, So be it, LOED,"the Christian saith, 'There came a cloud so deep and vast,

" Por Thine alike are life and death, That all my heaven was overcast, I bow myself to Thy commands." And seemed it altogether night.'

And all around me day by day, I The sound of woe and wailing grew, And dimly in my heakt I knew That one we loved had passed away.

P am aweary, love, and fain Ny tears all those long days I kept 1 Would lay my head upon thy breast, Locked in my soul, deep down and low, Hear thy dear voice, and lull to rest I. could not weep for mine own woe, This throbbing pulse of inward pain. But when it feu on thee I wept, I .P

',I Ny soul is married unto thine, And now art thou more closely mine, ' /j I gave to thee the higher part, - And I more nearly one with thee, 'I ~ , I: I made theeruler of my heart, Joined in strong bands of sympathy, i My love, my life,-what more was mine? For sympathy is half divine. 19 DOUBTING. DOUBTING. 13

And undivided now we stand But some sit down to wail and weep By one white bier where two lie dead, ! And watch uponthe dreary brink, And mourners weep with droope’d head, \ And touch the waves, and touching, &rink- But thon and I are hand in hand. That river is so cold and deep.

My friend ! my queen ! whom I will keep And some apart, with quivering breath Dear captive in my inner heart, And claspéd hands, and darkened i eyes, li Vntil the prison walls shall part, Fill all the air with bitter cries,- And I thy gaoler fall asleep. . , ’. O me ! thou fearsome tide of death !”

.And evermore, one after one, They totter on the slippery brink, And falling headlong, helpless sink Into the river, and are gone.

There is a river evermore But if they reach some other shore, That flows around us still and deep, Or perish in the bittertide, And bitter winds across it sweep, What power shall jadge-what skill decide? And we stand watching on the shore- We know not,-they return no more.

Stand watching at that river side, And strain our eyes if we may see

One glimpse of immortality g Far out across the darksome tide.

Ah no I all dreary and unsunned, Black mists upon its bosom lie, Nor human thought, nor mortal eye Can read the mystery beyond. A SOKG QF THE DAWFINB IN SUMMEE. 15 14 Her thousand voices wakes, and thousand eyes Flash in the joyous Bight, and sunbeams kiss Each other’s image in a thoasand drops Of tiny tremulous dew, Life-giving light I bow very fair art thon, How.beakifd and radiant I but my love Is peenlier life and sweeter day to me. A. SONG 02’ THE DAWNING IN 8UMMEB. For on$be apen meadows sf my heart 3uch ‘sweet and plenteous showers of love have falkn, W down the watery heavens the timid mom That every many-coloured thought and wisb Flies the awakening light, the soaring lark And blossoming Emope, that Aowers iza my soul, Gleams with. a thousand bright and glistering drops, Galls LIP the day; the woods responsive bend Each in itself a minor, wherein thou, Beneath the kindling breeze, the laughing rill. Ny glorious smI my heaven 2 my daylight I art Though the still meadow chants its morning song; A thousand times reflected and renewed ! And from the glowing palace of the sun The golden-haired Aurora leads her train Of blushing nymphs,-the fair immortal Hours, With laughter-lovkg eyes, and sunny smiles Cheering the pleasant land. Sweet love, awake P Awake, iny princess ! let as be away Into the open cornfields where the lark, Poised in the pure all-present light sf heaven, Sings evermore of love, and strange delights, Of happy wanderings on sunny h&, And of sweet wondrous visions that arise Out of the misty distance. The brbad earth HYLAS.

And among the floating clusters Of his golden curls she whispered Wanton sighs of love and rapture.

Still he sat beside the river, Sat, and watched the sunbeams playing In between the woven masses

1 'Of the foliage nodding o'er him : I HYLAS. Watched the sun with golden helmet HROUGH the valleys of Arganthus, Shining o'er his crimson mantle, Through the whispering woods and forests Sinking in the hues of evening, Where the birds make pleasant music Sinking in the western purple ; In among the swinging branches, Like the warrior god victorious Wandering came the youthful Hylas, Home returning from the battle Hylas, fairer than the day-star. To the far-off gates of heaven I

Lightly o'er the trembling grasses Then upon the tender mosses, Fell the gentle steps of Hylas, Hylas laid his head and slumbered, And the fitful sunlight shimmered While the panting waves beside him, Down upon his yellow ringlets, Drowsy in the purple sunlight, Till they kindled into fire, Rippled out their sleepy music, Like the golden rays encircling And the bending flags and rushes The majestic brows of godhead. Hung their dreamy heads and nodded ; And from the transparent waters By the margin of the river Peeped the nymphs, the timid naiads, Paused to rest the weary Hylas, Peeped the lovely blue-eyed daughters And the breeze with noiseless footstep Of the lonely Thynian river ; Pollowed o'er the yielding mosses, With their light robes round them waving In the fragrant breath of evening, c HYLAS m HYLAS. -69

And their crispy golden tresses Then in their white arms they bore him Ploating downward like the sunlight Wakened, wondering, down the waters On the bosom of the river. Out into the deepening current, Singing as they floated onward, Slowly from the limpid water Many a song of wondrous sweetness, Bright with thousand sunset glories Like the songs of the Immortals In its glassy depths reflected, Wafted through the vales at even Rand in hand the nymphs ascended, From the heights of far Olympus. And with wondering glances saw they i) What fair form of mortal seeming Thus they floated down tAe river, Slept upon his mossy pillow Through the holy air of evening, By the silent river margin. Till they lost themselves in sunlight, In the flood of misty radiance, Then they crept with timid footstep Till the music of their voices Softly in among the feathered Faded wholly into silence, Weeds and leaflets of the shallows, And the dreamy waves sang only Twisted in and out in clust,ers On the pebbles of the margin; Round the couch where Hylas slumhered. And above them, pallid Vesper And awhile those lovely maidens Rising o’er the broad Propontis Silent stood, and wondered at him, Glimmered through the bending branches, And for his fair face, they loved him, And beheld them floating westward, FOPhis youth and golden tresses, Westward through the fading purple, For his wondrous grace and sweetness. Like the misty forms that mingle So they loved and longed to keep him, In the phantasies of slurnkx. Evermore to be their playmate, Down beneath the sparkling waters, Where all day the tender sunlight Sleeps among the reeds and sedges, In the bosom of the river. 21 20 THREE SUNSETS. Of sombre waters, kindling as it fell A fiery column, into darkness blent. Southward, the surges of a little bay Slept in the ruddy light, and evermore The white-robed waves like sleepy choristers Beat out upon the shore a drowsy chant, Slow and monotonous, and yet withal THREE SUNSETS. So heavenly sweet that every passing breeze IF was the hour of twilight,-the sweet hour Folded its rustling wings and paused awhile Of holy calm, that steals on human souls Listening, to catch the murmured harmony. Like the soft music of an angel’s harp, Beyond, a long white line of rugged cliffs Heard in life’s sudden panses ; a wild hpn Of strange unearthly sweetness, echoed down Circled the little bay, and at their base From the celestial portals, and anon Lay blocks of sandstone, scattered up and down Sinking to silence in a dying fall. Among the shingle, motionless and stark, Like Polydectes and his spell-bound guests Slowly athwart the grey ernpurpling heavens Beneath the crumbling rafters of their hall. The bearded evening clouds swept slowly by With ghostly arms outstretched, and shadowy robes Inland, some hundred paces from the shore, Curling around them; one by one they passed Just where the hollow of a breaking hill In sad procession, solemnly and still ; Shelved backward from the summit of the cliff, A crowd of phantoms following to the tomb A tiny coppice cradled in the rocks The fair departed Day. t Lifted its nut-brown head, and there, hard by, A lonely homestead like a sea-gull’s nest Far in the west Through hazy vapours and ascending mists Peeped from the riddled sandstone. Here beneath Of coming night, the blood-red winter sun The moss-grom, lichened gable of the porch, Sank like a burning ship into the sea, Full in the mellow light of eventide, Blazoning the heavens with flame, and through the Two stood together silent, hand in hand vault r As lovers stand,-a fair-haired maiden, she, THREE SUN SETS. 25

Those tendeT eyes of yours, my coward lips Will leave unsaid what I have come to say. Tou know me, Nelly ; I am very poor, Ay, very poor, but I have youth and strength, And these can buy me ?ìches. Ellinoq Say, can you trust me, love P foy we must payt.” Long time they stood there silent, with their hands ‘‘ Part ?” And the deep blue eyes looked up in his? Linked fast together like a lover’s knot; Rab sad, half doubtingly, as if they fain She, full of tender thought, and happy dreams Would Tead another meaning on his lips ; Of sweeter summer days to come ; and he tb Part ?” she said, lost in wonder ;-and he gazed Gazing with earnest eyes upon her face, Into her face and answered,--“ I have said. , Like one that dares not, and yet longs to speak. i And yet not I, it is your father’s will; Re would nat have you wed with poverty, Then breaking from her suddenly, with a sigh,- And for the love he bears you, we must part. “ Good night,” he said,-cc good night, I must be il. few short years,-no more, and I return gone, No longer poor; across the seas, they say, Hester will wait for me at home,-good night; Industry alw3ys reaps a golden crq. One kiss before we part, and so farewell.” And we will have our homestead 011 these hills, “Must YOU go, Mark? it is not late;” she said, You and I, Ellinor,-my wife and I, ‘‘ One moment, for the sun is scarcely set, And Hester and your father.’’ Buk she gave We will not part so soon,-why look so strange ? No sign nor answer, for her heart was full What ails you ? is there evil news affoat?” Of sudden dread and bitterness, and then A sense of rising tears that choked all words, He took her hand in his. cc O, Euinor, Like notes of discord breaking hamhly in You love me, as you say, and you will be On lingering chords of tender -melody. My wife,-my wife,-the word is very sweet And I must say it often ; O, my wife !- 6~ Pou aye not angry, ’EUinor ?-you know Nay, do not look at me, for if‘ I meet 1love you more than life, ay, how much m~~e1 24 THREE SUNSETS. THREE SUNSETS. 25 Tell me; but no, not now, not now,-good night, They sat together,-Mark and Ellinor, I heard your father calling from the house, Together on the seaward-looking cliff, Go to him, Nelly, I have stayed too long.” Among the creviced rocks and scattered crags Of rifted boulder, shadowy and weird And so they parted, and adown the cliff In the strange glamour of the twilight fall. With faltering step he passed, nor dared again And westward through the white sea fog, the sun To turn and meet her glance, lest he should read Went down behind the clouds, all round and red, Reproach or sadness in it, and so yield Shaping its image in the glassy tide ; In one faint-hearted moment of regret And he beheld it, and anon his eyes His wiser resolution to her tears. Sought out her face, and passionately he broke

The silence of theil. sorrow, speaking thus 1 Silent and rnotiodess meanwlhile, she stood c‘ Nelly, see yonder, how the setting sun Where he had left her, with uncertain gaze Now almost sunken in those dusky clouds, Watching him down the pathway of the hill, Yet leaves behind it, its bright shadow, blelzt A mist before her eyes, and at her head In the dark waves; even so, though we must part, A. strange dull sense of cloudiness and gloom, My thoughts,dear love, shallbear you in their A falling darkness like a shadow east depths, By some approaching evil. For you are an my glory and my sun !” Suddenly Athwart her reveries there came a voice (‘Alas !” she answered,-“ GODin heaven forbid ! Galling her name,--(‘ Ellinor ! Ellinor 1 For look you, ~~a~k,-a~~~a~~,tbough the san Come hither, child, the evening air grows cold, Is scarcely hid, the image of the moon Mark Anderson is gone,-why do you wait ?’9 Sleeps in the fickle waters :” and she stole It was her father’s voice. She turned,-one look, Her hand in his, and looked into his face, Ay9 he wasgone-and through the porch she Whispering,--“ Mark, shall it be thus with you?” passed.

A year was spent : another winter passed, inter was spent, the last day now was gone, And April smiled again across the land, And evening came, the last sweet eventide : Hanging the boughs with blossom, and the earth 26 THREE SUNSETS. SUNSETS. THREE 27 Stood queenly, robed in loveliness and crowned A year, ah me ! how slowly time goes by ! With all the golden glories of .the Spring. And there has been no letter for so long !”

Filled were the woods with music, and the air Nelly, I had a letter yesterday.” Was sweet with perfume; bright-eyed daffodils A letter !-and from Mark ?-and not for me ? Peered from the meadow grass ; the butterflies What none for me ? no message ?-not a word ? Burst their dark prison chrysalids, and soared Why do you grow so white, and turn your eyes With untried wings into the joyous light. So strangely on me ? Sweet, what have I said? And homeward from the sunny far-off south, Something is wrong.-I know ! I know it all ! Came back the swallows, and the woodlands thrilled That letter, Hester,-it was not from him, With pewly wakened carols ; earth and heaven A stranger wrote it,-nay,-for I am strong, Together laughed and sang for very joy And I can bear to hear it,-Mark is dead !” That spring was come, and winter was no more.

“ Not dead ! not that; O Nelly, would to heaven-” Mark Anderson was gone, and Ellinor “Not dead ! O GOD, what then?-no,do not Sat with his sister in the cliff-built house speak, That had been his,-(but it was Hester’s now, I read it in your face,-and mine own heart For they were orphans,)-and again the sun Tells me at last the evil day has come. Set in the sea, and through the open door He wrote, Mark wrote himself,-but not to me. Streamed in the rosy westward light, and fell I could have borne it, had it been but death, Askant the threshold, flooding all the room. For death can part indeed, but not estrange. Have I guessed rightly ?-Hester, Hester, speak !”

“ O, Hester, what a glorious sunset,-look

How red the clouds are,-how the breakers flame cc O, Nelly, can you bear it ? GODis good, Along the shingle ! I remember well And we are weak and foolish in our grief ; It was an evening, just as bright as this, And sometimes, Nelly, when we think it least, When Mark and I sat last upon the clif€, GOD stands beside us, watching us,-and yet The day before he sailed ;-a year agone : Like Mary Magdalen, we know Him not, 28 THREE SUNSETS. 29 Because our eyes like hers are dimmed with tears, And we are blind with our own bitterness.

c‘ Ay, darling, lay your head upon my breast, * And put your hand in mine, that I may know You love me still. Ah, me ! and did I say Mark was not dead ? Ay, he is dead to you, For he has found himself a wife, abroad, SUNSETTHOUGHTS. And you may never think on him again.” IAOWLY the sunsinks down behind the hill, Then fell a sudden hush upon the room, And the lightclouds, all red with evening’s A silence that was strange and terrible, glow, Like a great shadow, and the sun went down Hang roundhis head, unwilling to depart ; And twilight fell around, and they were left Like children, pressing to their father’s arms, Together in the gloaming, all alone. To beg a smile and kiss, and hear him say

cc Good-bye,” a thousand times before he starts Upon some distant journey. O, were we, FATHEBin heaven ! as eager for Thy smile, As they for his, who cannot love so well; Or did we linger half so near to Thee, Like yonder clouds our waiting souls would catch Some of Thy brightness, and in their full depths, Reflect Thy glorious Image 1 . . 30 s. STEPHEN'S DEATH. 31 He fell asleep ;-no more of pain and sin, Nor grief, nor doubt, to cloud his heavenward path, Nor heartsick longing for repose and rest, Nor persecution, nor the martyr's pangs. All these for him were past, and in their stead The fadeless wreath, the victor's palm he bore, And all the bitterness of death forgot, In the strange sweetness of a life renewed s. STEPHEN'S DEATE~:. With holiness and everlasting love !

HE FELL ASLEEP."-ACTSVIL 60. He fell asleep ;-he closed his weary eyes E fell asleep,-pillowed upon the stones On human faces fraught with rage and sin That wrought his death; his yellow dus- And mad revengeful hate ;-he shut his ears t'ring hair To voices harsh with discord and with strife Fell backward from his blood-stained brows, And clamorous anger, calling for his death. and seemed And so he slept ;-and in that sleep he passed A golden circlet, like a glory set From death to Life,-from sights and sounds of woe Around his angel, face, where grace divine To heavenly glory,-from the frowns of men Had stamped its wondrous signet. So he lay To the bright radiance of his Naster's smile, And fell asleep, his hands yet clasped in prayer And tones of happy welcome ;-for he fell Upon his white-robed breast, now calm and still Asleep on earth, and woke in Paradise [ As the fair sculptured marble that is seen Above the tomb of some depalked saint. So Stephen slept, with pale uncloséd lips, Whence his pure soul had winged itself away In pray'rful accents ; while from his bruised head The crimson drops burst forth like rubygems, And glittered on his brow, until they seemed dn earnest of his own celestial crown. 1I

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32 PIRELIGHT. THE IN 33 And they may laugh and glory in their wit, I care not,-it was mine as well as theirs, &Eine first, perchance; but I will give no sign, Lest they should think me poor who robbed me most.

Your eyes reproach me, darling ;-I am weak, We all are foolish children at the best, l I most of all ;--forgive me, for I spoke

~ PIRELIGHT.IN THE In bitterness, and I am sick at heart. Yet this becomes me not, nor is it well , 1should be jealous that some wandering bard Other than I, hath haply seen and pluck'd These flowers of fancy, blooming in the spring Of fertile genius. T beheld them first, tre moon Being fax off, but he who pluck'd was near. Flies headlong, like a terror-stricken roe Was he to blame P Should I have done the like, Before the demon hunters of the storm. , Or leftthem for another ? Ah, I know Ay, draw the curtains close, 'tis bitter cold, I should have gathered them, and justly too. Put by that musty book, and sit you here Beside me in the pleasant flickering Corne closer, sweetheart, lay YOLU hand in mine, Of the warm firelight. Now methinks we seem And tell ke some sweet tale of long ago, To be ourselves the living counterpart That dreamy "long ago,yythat evermore Of those time-mellowed pictures on the walls Seems fairer,-like the fair face of a bride,- That the old masters painted, years gone by, Through the soft veil of years, Half tender shadow and half ruddy glow. Nay, darling, lay those papers all aside, Ah, well-a-day ! We sit entranced beside a golden lake I shall not write this evening, I am sad, And shape sweet pictures in its luminous depths, For strangers, child, have stolen my thoughts away, Not knowing that the glories we behold And sung my songs before me, and my soul Are but the mirage of a purer sky rapt in a cloak of silence stands apart; u 34 IN THE FIRELIGHT. 35 Above us,-the foreshadowing of things That shall hereafter be. But better far, Sweetheart, to stand as now I seem to stand Upon the summit of a mighty hill, The Mountain of the Present Age, and view Fai off across the misty sea of Time, The broad low light of corning Dawn, that grows THE OXPEL WINDOW. And widens slowly up the murky sky. Sweetheart ! the day will break, but not for me, SIT-in the oriel window-seat, I shall not look on it ; but it will comq And the blended colours fall will surely come,-a glorious day Ay, it In a shimmer of sunlight at my feet, Of knowledge and of liberty,-a day And on the western wall. Of universal brotherhood and peace ; A day of truth and wisdom, when these storms But the light I loved to look upon, Of petty strifes that set the world ajar, I shall no more behold 5 These jealousies and tyrannies of power, The oriel window stands alone Shall all be put to silence, as of old, Of all the things of old. The poets say, that at the Voice of GOD, Melodious Order robed in Light arose Bear window I but for thoughts like these, Through gloomy chaos, and confusion ceased. I could be happy yet, And in its suhny memories The buried past forget.

at though the hope of bygone days n dust and darkness lies P or still the hues of sunset blaze Through its hundred glowing eyes. 36 THE ORIEL WINDOW. 37

And bright the mellowed colours lie Upon the oaken floor, But, O ! the light of days gone by. Shall dawn on me no more !

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66 SISTER LOUISE DE LA MIS~EICOXDE.~?

LAS ! I cannot pray,-my heart within Burns withmad conflict,-love, despair, and sin, Only escapes a silent cry Prom my soul’s depth of agony, Like a little cloud rising out of the sea, Out of the restless surging sea,-

“ O LORD! remember, remember me !”

Alas ! I cannot weep,--I have no tears, They are all dried up with the woes sf years, And only that one ceaseless cry, Through my heart echoes silently, Like the evening bell sounding over the lea,- Over the sunless, pathless lea,-

“ Q LORD! remember, remember me I”

P cannot sleep,-for love and restless pain

Throb in my heart, and madden all my brain ~ And so I wake, and wearied lie Repeating still that voiceless cry, b 39 38 EL SISTER LOUISE DE LA MISEBICORDE.” Entreating, O GOD, in the darkness with Thee, In the darkness alone with Thee,-- l

“ O LORD! remember, remember me !’,

i? And so the morning finds me, and I rise With heavy aching heart and burning eyes, Creep to my work with weary feet, And still within my soul repeat, WAR. Like a cagéd bird that longs to be free, Sits alone and pines to be free,- EE ! through the luridclouds Bellona drives O LORD! remember, remember me I” Her flaming chariot ! and all heaven shakes Beneath the crashing wheels, the empyreal sky Throughout its burning vaults reverberates i t The horrid sound, and from the gates of hell II l Avérnus echoes back the clang of war !

Swift from the rein the snorting horses spring, Like living whirlwinds through the fiery mists

d -l Of gatheringtempest, their uplifted hoofs Impatient to the combat; smoke and flame Biss from their nostrils, their dishevelled manes -r l Likesudden meteoisblast thesultry air !

Hark ! from the plain below, the clash of arms, i The cries of rage, the wailing of the slain, With dire confusion wake the god of day ; And Echo, startled from her silent couch, Leaps into life, and shrieks for blood and war ! 40 WAK.

F~QIDhill to hill, from sounding wood to vale, The dreadful clamour like a torrent rolls Its angry tide of sound. Earth, heaven and hell Rock with the horrid roar, and thunder back - From tremulousmarge to marge, from depth to height, The jarring discord ! . . .

A VISION OF PHILOSOPHY.

LAY all night in dreams, and heard The storm on sounding pinions sweep The far-off caverns of the deep, And dying float into the height. But upward through the thunder, came Strange voices calling on my name, I\ Till all my soul within me stirred, And through the shadowy gates of sleep Passed out into the oped night.

Then all the air was filled with sound; O’erhead the storm tumultuous shook The walls of heaven, to and fro Swept the mad‘ winds, and all around The mangling tongues of tempest woke Shrill echoes, and through darkness broke Harsh discord,-melody sublime Confused in clamour, but below Like distant thunder, ceaseless spoke ,'

42 A VISION OF PHILOSOPHY. A VISION QF PHILOSOPHY. 43

The ever-sounding sea of Time. The mocking darkness and the night ; Then while P mused what this should be, But only these, nor can H tell Came upward on the hurricane What hangs above,-what lies below, A cry as of a child in pain, I know nor depth, nor breadth, nor height. And like a curtain, under me The parted shadows of the night What do I here, if this be all ? . Bolled backward from the open sea, Methinks 'twere sweeter not to be, And with the eyes of inward sight Sweeter to cease, and ceasing fall My soul beheld a mystery. Like vapour to the winds, and blend Myself in chaos, for I find, For SO it seemed, that while I gazed, Philosophy, thou hast an end Pull in their midst the waters bore 'With mortal life and human mind, Through swirling surge and tempest wild Nor can thine eyes of wisdom see A struggling boat, and lo ! a child,- Farther." A tiny child with hands upraised, Then from the distant shore Stood by the helm, and evermore Answered.the voices of the wind, 'Mid the black night and starless sky, And through the darkness passed along Went upward that incessant cry. A sound as of a far-off cry; One word of echo, and no more, 66 Philosophy ! Philosophy ! Like a lost note of melody, Alas ! what art thou unto me ? i The key-note of some wondrous song 'I Where is thy boast, the promised goal, Borne downward on a sudden blast,-

The golden rest beyond the sea? . '6 Father !"--and into silence passed. Or what of good far off shall be, To fiU the void within my soul? en from my soul there came a sigh,

" O weary waiting heart 1" said I,

" I hear the storm go to and fro, " Who answered from the distant shore ? e shuddering waters sink and swell, It was the echo, and no more ;- I fee! the darkness round me grow, The echo,-though it seemed replyay' f, ,','

44 A VISION OF PHILOSOPHY. 45 But lo ! a voice that answered me Close in my ear,-cc Look down and see The end of thy philosophy, O man ! for GOD MAS CEASED TO BE ; And know how idly thou hast dreamed.'' And straightway in my sleep it seemed My eyes were opened, for I saw "FOB THIS MY SON WAS DEAD, AND IS The universe without a law, ALIVE AGAIN; NE WAS LOST, AND IS Headlong through horrid darkness hurled, FOUND." And at my feet the groaning world Tottered upon its poles and fell E sat at the open window, while the cool shattered mass, from hell to hell. A breeze wandered by, Star crashed on star, and systems broke,--- And the glories of the sunset lit up the saw, shuddered and awoke. I I western sky, O'er aJl the pleasant landscape crept the twilight grey, Then like a giant rose my soul And out across the meadows where the village church- Within me, and I understood l yard lay. How all things strong, and wise, and good, Are centred in one perfect Whole, Then slowly,slowly, one byone, thewatchfd stars One living Love within the Heart o'erhead, Of One great FATHEBWhom in part Came out and looked downsilently upon the quiet dead, We know as GOD,but know no more, And down the pathway of the dale, the lengthened And knowing, narrowly adore. shadows fell, And from the isiedl belfry rang out the evening kneu.

L She heard the winds go whispering by, she heard their footsteps pass Amid the tall unbending trees and through +,hequiver- ing grass, 46 “FOE THIS NY SON WAS BEAD,” ETC, “FOW. THIS NH SON WAS DEAD,” ETC. 4’7 She heard them murmuring in her ear with voices low 0 kiss for me his pale cold lips that once so sweetly and mild, smiIed,- u P he is not dead,-the Master Ah me 1 1 am no mother now,-I have no more a child

She rose, and backward from her brow she pushed her Thus while she Spake, on ghostly wings the winds sunny hair, obedient fled, c‘ O, mock me not !” she answered them,-cc my boy Down to the valebelow the hills, where slept the lies lifeless there ! peaceful dead, And, O ! I rather would be dead than live of biailm be- And gloom and silence fell around, andsank the reft, western red. or now I have no other babe, H bave no darling left. But she sat beside the casement still, and clasped her ‘‘ Ye winds, that round his new-made grave in endess aching brow, circles sweep, And whispered sadly to her heart,“P am no mother now, Step lightly, lest ye wake my dear, he lieththere But yesternight my darling babe lay dead upon my , asleep ;- breast, Asleep ? said I, alas ! alas ! my darling babe is dead, But yesternight his pale thin hands within my own I From that long sleep he cannot wake, nor rise from press’d, that cold bed, And with the mark of CHRIST’S dear Cross I signed e lies alone, O, all alone I amid the silent gloom, his forehead white, Upon his eyes the damps ofdeath,-the darkness of And watched his coffin carried forth, with flowers all the tomb, bedight, hile I sit here secure and safe, within the sheltered I laid the roses on his brow, I closed his sweet blue eyes, room. To-day he sleeps beneath the earth, and shall no more arise ! n ye see him, Q ye winds, as he lies below at rest?

h his baby hands crossed peacefully upon his white- (c 0 me ! today I saw him laid beneath the clay cold robed breast, sod, “FOB THIS NY SON WAS DEAD,” ETC. 49 48 FOR THIS MY SON WAS DEAD,” ETC. Then too, the winter time will come,-the minter wild I knelt beside the good old priest, and heard him pray and chill, to GOD, I watched the earth,-the cold damp earth,-above the And snow will cover all the earth, but he will lie there Il coffin piledy- still, Aye he will sleep there night and day in the bosaam of I knew I was no mother then,-I knew I had no child ! the hill !” ‘‘ They told me what I told him once, that we should meet again, Thenthe winds answered as they passed, %ow mur- GODpardon me my doubting heart,-for all seemed muring in her ea?, over then ! ‘c The churchyard we have searched thronghout, .thine I could not hope as others hoped, nor heed the words infant is not there, they said, His coffin holds a little dust, all lifeless and defiled, I only knew 1was alone,-1 knew my boy was dead 1 A little empty senseless dust,-ht nok thy dading child. ‘‘ Ah me ! why is my faith all gone ?--my trust inGOD forgot P 66 In vain we paced GOD’Same o’er, with footsteps Why do I prate of holy things, and yet believk them soft and slowy not? ]cn vain among the low green mounds we wandered to 8 what if all were some wild dream?and what if and fro, there should be We kiss’d the flowers abovehis tomb, that blossom fresh Wo other life in store for us P no Immortality ?- and fair, I was a Christian till he died, but now I am alone, $Ve could not kiss thy darling’s lips,-he is no longer And it is hard tolive in hope, when all we love is gone ! there ! Ofttimes on his defenceless head, will beat the pitiless storm, ‘(‘We sought hihim in his narrow bed, we lingered near And I shall hear it while I sit at home secwe andwarm ; the spot, Ay, I shall hear it in the night against the window- We kissed the blossoms on his grave, because we pane, found him not, And I shall lie awake and wish my darling back again ! E '70 " FOE TI113 3fY SON W.IS DE9D,13 ETC.

Ve kissed the moonbeams as they fell upon the emerald sod, And when we passed the open po~ch,our s;ghs went "p to GOD.

G' Buk as we mounted through the air, and cleft the far-off skies, %vesaw an angel standing at the gates of paradise, And by his side a little child, exceeding bright and fair, All garmented in robes of white, with roses in his LOSE to the cross, where crucified, hair ; The LORDof glory hang and died, Then from the heavens fell a voice Eke lmsic sweet Two women watching side by side and mild, Returnand tel1 the mourning one,khat ye have

found her child !9 'I The one, a virgin, chaste snd mild, he other, once by sin defiled, Anon intothe gathering shade, the light winged Wow to her Maker reconciled breezes passed, Through CHBPST'Sredeeming blood. While upward towards the purplimg skyI one Bonging glance she cast, Mary, the good and innocent 5 Thenon her breast her hands she pressed, and agdalen the penitent, whispered as she smiled, er lowly eyes in anguish bent Thank GOD,P am it mother still, and 1 haare ski11 B Upon the bloodstained sod, child S ' ' These two were privileged to be itnesses of His agony, Who bore for us upon the tree The anger of His GOD. 53 So now by this same LOED’Scommmd, Fure love, and penitence may stand Like these, together, hand in hand Bede the holy rood.

And Re who died for sinful men, e Who pardoned Mary Magdalen, Will pardon now as Re did then HYMN. A11 those who pardon would. EX how Lhe blessed angels light the silver is cross there still is rest lamps 00 high, Por all the guilty and distressed, And draw the purplecurtains closeo’er And weary ones with woes oppressed, all the silent sky; Re soothes, for He is good. Hark, how the evening wind awakes, and round the shore it sings> Maste then, with Nagdden Lo fly And creeps among the creviced rocks, with soft low To the dear cross of Calvary, mumurings,- For YOU the SAVIOURdeigned tQdie, 0 what if it should be the breath of angels9 waving wings P

The guilty SOLI^, the burdened mind, The drowsy mists ax creeping o’e~the bosom of the Pardon and comfort there map find, sea, And leave their sins and griefs behind, Azid the sleepy surges ripple on in smeet tranquillity; Nailed to the sacred mod. And fromher purple tent on high, where daylight scarce hath died, Comes slowly forth the gracious moon, like some fair eastern bride, And lightens with herbrilliant eyes, the dark and dreamy tide. 54 HYMR’, 55

Lom ! let no harm this night approach, Thy children f- to molest, But let Thine holy angels lull us in their arms to rest, And Pet them watch around our beds, trough all the quiet night, Ad shield us with their unseen wings, till darkness melts to light !

SAT and pondered in the bay, Girt round with sand-cliff white and high, The brawling sea before me Bay, And e’er me bung the blinding sky.

ow little am 1 in Thine eyes I No larger than a, grain of sand, Who art so great that heaven lies l Within the Iasllcsw of Thine hand. I

6c Sinee I am small to Thee,” 1 said, cc And aU things else to me are smalP, ethinks I needs must have been macle To leek to Thee, beyond them all.

I 56 WOEDS IN TEE SEA-SAND. 57 ‘‘ Else why have I lhe power to know, To think and love, unless it be 1 That through my learning I might grom, And sise to puser heights with Thee Y’

“Who weas Me must be no mere boy, Brainless in thought, and rash in deed, Victim of some ill-mstived creed That makes of mind an idle toy.

“Who loves Me must not care to lose For Me or friend or wealth or kin, Hold Me his good, and deem it sin To think the thing I should not choose.

cc Who weds IkTe must be wise and strong True to the True, and broad in heart, Pure eyed and bold, nor yet in part, But firm. in war with mord wrong.

- ~-- d. r -- 1 60 A ROUKD OF DAYS.

The nest was forsaken, the sparrow had fled, i The music was hushed and the blossoms were dead,-- But a voice through the silence and solitude said, Treu und Fest, Treu und Fest !”

And still sings that voice in the wind and the 531101~7~ There is light after darkness, and joy after woe, And the love that is tried is the best ; B care not though tempest be black in the sky, Thoughthe bird may be fickle, and blossoms may. WALKED alone among the desolate woods, die, The yellow autumn moods, where the dry What matter ?-my darling shall find me for aye leaves Treu und Fest, Treu und Pest 1’’ Bustled beneath my feet, and overhead The branches clashed and wrestled in the wind Like the wild thoughts that wrestled in my sod. Hushed were the bids in witheTed bush and brake, The hedgeway grasses hung their feeble heads, The dark pines nodded to a sickly sun Like ’call funereal plumes, and to and fro Moaned the low wind along the desolate sky.

O me, my heart ! we had been lovers once, And he and I had wandered hand in hand All tl~roughthe pleasalît byways of the world Beneath a summer sun; but suddenly Across our path there came so deep a clou& And followed such a storm of bitter rain That all my heart lay crushed beneath its wei$&, G2 TRUST.

And when again H woke to present things The night may be darksome and long, 1 But the daylight shall break if we trust, H stood alone, for he, methought, was gone. i l

But GODbe thanked, that often in our griefs I l "Trast me, my dading, my love I A stranger's hand may drop a blessing down I know &hatthe whirlwind is high, Upon our souls, or some more common chance I know there is tempest above, Win us new life,-a poem or a song, Bat never a whit care H P A random word not spoken for our ears,-

A dream by night,-that like a tiny seed " Say they 'tis vain to hope etill? Palls down into our heart, and strikes a root P answer them only, H must,' And buch and blossoms out into a flower ! Strong is my womanly will, Strong is my Go~-givenhwsf. So was it now with me, for by-and-by Thus while 1 mused of mine own bitterness, I came upon a breaking in the woo A cottage ivy-bound, and in the porch A village girl that sat at woyk and sang. And I for very weariness and dole, Not greatly caring what her song might be, Dead are the eyes that are &y;, But weary only of the one sad song And the soul that lies loveless shall Within my heart, sat down awhile to rest There is dawn in the nethermost sky, Upon a fallen tree, and thus she sang : Trast me, my love, only trust,"

H sleep, but my heart is awake, 1weep, but 1look for thee still, And I watch till the dawn shall break, And the sun stand high on the hill !

For patience and silence are strong And the FATHERin 64 A SONG FOR MY SWEETHEART. 65 It is a little beck that rose from out a mountain spring, And bickled on from crag to pass, a merry weesome thing, But O S ik grew a mighty stream, far doon below the

mill, - And heaven lay within its depths, sae deep it was an’ still.

WHATXN is my true love like? ad 0 whaten is my true love like? that I may sing thee whaten shall I sa,y? now P It is adrap o’ rainthat fell upona O it is like a tiny bpd that blossomed on a bough S simmer’s day I An’ day by day thesunshine came, and fell the For thick and fast the shower carne on o’er hill and pleasant shower, thirsty plain, Until my tiny spring-time bud became a simmer ‘kill a’ the merry land ihroughout mn brimmiin’ doon flower ! wi’ rain ! Brit lassie, rain will cease to fa’, blue sky will fade It is a fleck of blue that brake sin after in the sky, away, A tiny fleck it was at first, and faint, but by-an’-by,- And night will creep across the sea,-it is not always O by-an’-by,--dear lassie, hear !--sae mightily it grew, day9 That cloud and storm were swept away, and heaven Perchance the stream may be dried up, the flower may ay was blue 1 droop an’ die, But 0 €or thee, my bonnie bird, my love shall last for O whaten is my true love like P my heart’s true love aye ! for thee ? O it is like the break Q’ day above the stormy sea ! The break o’ day that widened up throhgh dusky mist and night, Till all the sky was full of dawn, arid all t‘neq-orld of light. ONCE IN A LIFE. 6'8 Closer in mine she stole her hand, And two soft eyes looked up and down, Ah there were never eyes so browu And deep in all the land !

" Look, sweetheart, look !" she said, " I head The storm 1" O me,-all round the bay The seething clouds were high and grey ; I looked and spoke no word ;

E sat beneath a summer sky, But fast in mine I griped her hand All round us summer sunshine lay7 Arid rained my kisses on her hair., We sat together in the bay, Ah there were never curls so fax And golden in the land !

We parted. Q the lifelong pain That from that bitter parting grew,-

" Sweetheart," she said, " I will be true Till death shall pat us twain."

In mine my darling laid her band, O would I had been wrecked at sea '' Trast me," with faithful lips she said, And tossed and torn by waves and wind Ah there were never lips so red Or ever I came home to find My Kate no more to me ! h~dsweet in allthe land 1 %

1know not how these things may be, Or ever H came home again, But while she answered, like a spell y winsome Kate was dead,-was dead ; The wailing thunder rose and fell cc 'kill death shall part us twain," she said, And died across the sea. " Till death shall part us twain." 68 QNCE Ii A LIFE, Here, where she lies alone, P stand, l And in my soul, hot pulses beat, I Ah there was never one so sweet And pure in all the land !

O fatal clouds across the sea ! Q bitter day that saw us part ! For life is dead within my heal%, And never more shall be ! I I IERE at my window I sit, and the sparrows i No more ! I shall behold her face I Chatter and chirp in the vine-boughs below, No more !-the shadows round me creep, i And the panes of the casement are all aglowg Love, I would lay me down and sleep Por the battle of day and night is done, Fiaith thee a little space. And th blood-dyed meadows of the West Are strewn with a hundred golden arrows, And far away, the vanquished Sun Goes down like a God to his rest.

Now he dips in the level water, Over him blazes his fiery hair, And the plates of his burnished armour flare All like a warrior's, red from the slaughter I O ! it is sweet, when the clamorous day With its rage and its war-cry has passed away, And comes the moon with her bloodless quiver, And the stars that stand round her like cowards and shiver, And far beneath them, ghostly and gray,

' The sea that rolls and rolla for ever ! '70 NIGHTFALL. Still at the window T sit and drink All the sweet odours of silence, that rise Up from the world to the musical skies, And the voice of the waters that swell and sink Speaks through the distance, and dimly I think Of that fathomless ocean of Time and Fate Bearing us onward and on without cess '' THE LAST." Into the dark mysterious Never, Spirit to spirit, the small and the great, SING my love, and singing, s@, Many we love, and some that we hate, For pain within my love dsth lie, And the foolish and learned, the wise and the clevey, That like a single jawing string Into the Sea of Forgetfulness, Within my lute, doth strain and ring, The sea that rolls and rolls for ever 1 And mar its even melody.

What then ? there are many who tremble and weep, I miss from him my meed of praise Some TV~Qare careless, and some who would sleep, Who owes me love in words and ways, But I have a love in this heart of mine, And this becomes a jarring string A love as H think, that is half divine, Within my lute,-so small a thing And I render my worship to GQDthe Giver, Doth mar the music of my daysis. For the treasure He gives me to cherish and keep, For this love in my heart, that is mighty and deep What then, my heart P O by-and-by, 11s the sea that rolls and rolls for ever ! i Both song and love shall wholly die, Por, lute ! thy voice is all unsweet, And love I in vain thy pulses beat, 'Be hushed, be still eternally !

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