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Hadst been brought up upon thy Father's knees. When thou art gone away, should evil men
Bestir them in good deeds. Now, fare thee well-
A work which is not here: a covenant A kind and a good Father : and herein
'Twill be between us; but, whatever fate I but repay a gift which I myself
Befal thee, I shall love thee to the last,
The old Man's grief broke from him ; to his heart
Ere the night fell :—with morrow's dawn the Boy
Began his journey, and when he had reached
Came forth with wishes and with farewell prayers,
A good report did from their Kinsman come,
Which, as the Housewife phrased it, were throughout
With confident and cheerful thoughts; and now
He to that valley took his way, and there
He in the dissolute city gave himself
To evil courses : ignominy and shame
There is a comfort in the strength of love;
I have conversed with more than one who well
Years after he had heard this heavy news.
His bodily frame had been from youth to age
His very feet bright as the dazzling snow
Which they are touching; yea far brighter, even Did he repair, to build the Fold of which
As that which comes, or seems to come, from heaven, His flock had need. "Tis not forgotten yet Surpasses aught these elements can show. The pity which was then in every heart
Much she rejoiced, trusting that from that hour For the old Man--and 'tis believed by all
Whate'er befel she could not grieve or pine; That many and many a day he thither went, But the Transfigured, in and out of season, And never lifted up a single stone.
Appeared, and spiritual presence gained a power
Over material forms that mastered reason. There, by the Sheep-fold, sometimes was he Oh, gracious Heaven, in pity make her thine !
Sitting alone, or with his faithful Dog,
But why that prayer? as if to her could come The length of full seven years, from time to time,
No good but by the way that leads to bliss He at the building of this Sheep-fold wrought,
Through Death, so judging we should judge amiss. And left the work unfinished when he died.
Since reason failed want is her threatened doom, Three years, or little more, did Isabel
Yet frequent transports mitigate the gloom : Survive her Husband : at her death the estate
Nor of those maniacs is she one that kiss Was sold, and went into a stranger's hand.
The air or laugh upon a precipice; The Cottage which was named the EVENING STAR
No, passing through strange sufferings toward the
tomb, Is gone—the ploughshare has been through the ground
She smiles as if a martyr's crown were won: On which it stood ; great changes have been wrought Oft, when light breaks through clouds or waving In all the neighbourhood :-yet the oak is left
trees, That grew beside their door; and the remains
With outspread arms and fallen upon her knees Of the unfinished Sheep-fold may be seen
The Mother hails in her descending Son
An Angel, and in earthly ecstacies
THE ARMENIAN LADY'S LOVE. THE WIDOW ON WINDERMERE SIDE.
[The subject of the following poem is from the Orlandus
of the author's friend, Kenelm Henry Digby: and the
liberty is taken of inscribing it to him as an acknowledgHow beautiful when up a lofty height
ment, however unworthy, of pleasure and instruction Honour ascends among the humblest poor,
derived from his numerous and valuable writings, And feeling sinks as deep! See there the door illustrative of the piety and chivalry of the olden time.) Of One, a Widow, left beneath a weight Of blameless debt. On evil Fortune's spite
You have heard'a Spanish Lady She wasted no complaint, but strove to make
How she wooed an English man* ;? A just repayment, both for conscience-sake
Hear now of a fair Armenian, And that herself and hers should stand upright
Daughter of the proud Soldàn; In the world's eye. Her work when daylight failed How she loved a Christian Slave, and told her pain Paused not, and through the depth of night she kept By word, look, deed, with hope that he might love Such earnest vigils, that belief prevailed
again. With some, the noble Creature never slept;
* See, in Percy's Reliques, that fine old ballad, “The But, one by one, the hand of death assailed
Spanish Lady's Love;" from which Poem the form of Her children from her inmost heart bewept. stanza, as suitable to dialogue, is adopted.
“ Pluck that rose, it moves my liking,"
« Feeling tunes your voice, fair Princess ! Said she, lifting up her veil ;
And your brow is free from scorn, “ Pluck it for me, gentle gardener,
Else these words would come like mockery, Ere it wither and grow pale.”
Sharper than the pointed thorn." “ Princess fair, I till the ground, but may not take “Whence the undeserved mistrust ? Too wide apart From twig or bed an humbler flower, even for Our faith hath been,—0 would that eyes could see
the heart ! ”
“ Wedded love with loyal Christians, “ Lady! dread the wish, nor venture
Lady, is a mystery rare ;
Body, heart, and soul in union,
Make one being of a pair.”
“ Humble love in me would look for no return, Sad deliverance would it be, and yoked with shame, Soft as a guiding star that cheers, but cannot burn.” Should troubles overflow on her from whom it came.”
« Gracious Allah! by such title
Do I dare to thank the God, “Generous Frank! the just in effort
Him who thus exalts thy spirit,
Flower of an unchristian sod !
dost wear? If almighty grace through me thy chains unbind
What have I seen, and heard, or dreamt? where My father for slave's work may seek a slave in am I ! where ?"
Here broke off the dangerous converse : “ Princess, at this burst of goodness,
Less impassioned words might tell
How the pair escaped together, 6 Yet you make all courage fruitless,
Tears not wanting, nor a knell
Of sorrow in her heart while through her father's Leading such companion I that gilded dome,
door, Yon minarets, would gladly leave for his worst And from her narrow world, she passed for ever
Thought infirm ne'er came between them,
And how blest the Reunited,
While beneath their castle-walls,
Runs a deafening noise of welcome ! Or whispering like two reeds that in the cold moon- Blest, though every tear that falls beam
Doth in its silence of past sorrow tell, Bend with the breeze their heads, beside a crystal And makes a meeting seem most like a dear farewell.
On a friendly deck reposing
Through a haze of human nature,
Glorified by heavenly light,
Looked the beautiful Deliverer
On that overpowering sight,
Mutual was the sudden transport;
On the ground the weeping Countess
Knelt, and kissed the Stranger's hand;
Act of soul-devoted homage,
Pledge of an eternal band :
Which, with a generous shout, the crowd did ratify. And of this Stranger speak by whom her lord was
Constant to the fair Armenian,
Gentle pleasures round her moved,
Like a tutelary spirit
Reverenced, like a sister, loved.
Christian meekness smoothed for all the path of
Say not you love the delicate treat,
But like it, enjoy it, and thankfully eat.
Though one of a tribe that torment the house:
Remember she follows the law of her kind,
And Instinct is neither wayward nor blind.
And her soothing song by the winter fire,
Soft as the dying throb of the lyre.
I would not circumscribe your love :
It may soar with the eagle and brood with the dove, (BY MY SISTER.)
May pierce the earth with the patient mole, THERE 's more in words than I can teach :
Or track the hedgehog to his hole. Yet listen, Child !— I would not preach ;
Loving and liking are the solace of life, But only give some plain directions
Rock the cradle of joy, smooth the death-bed of To guide your speech and your affections.
strife. Say not you love a roasted fowl,
You love your father and your mother, But you may love a screaming owl,
Your grown-up and your baby brother; And, if you can, the unwieldy toad
You love your sister, and your friends, That crawls from his secure abode
And countless blessings which God sends : Within the mossy garden wall
And while these right affections play, When evening dews begin to fall.
You live each moment of your day; Oh mark the beauty of his eye:
They lead you on to full content, What wonders in that circle lie !
And likings fresh and innocent, So clear, so bright, our fathers said
That store the mind, the memory feed, He wears a jewel in his head!
And prompt to many a gentle deed : And when, upon some showery day,
But likings come, and pass away; Into a path or public way
'Tis love that remains till our latest day : A frog leaps out from bordering grass,
Our heavenward guide is holy love,
And will be our bliss with saints above.
*High bliss is only for a higher state, Fit pattern for a human creature,
But, surely, if severe afflictions borne Glancing amid the water bright,
With patience merit the reward of peace, And sending upward sparkling light.
Peace ye deserve; and may the solid good,
Sought by a wise though late exchange, and here Nor blush if o'er your heart be stealing With bounteous hand beneath a cottage-roof A love for things that have no feeling :
To you accorded, never be withdrawn, The spring's first rose by you espied,
Nor for the world's best promises renounced.
Most soothing was it for a welcome Friend,
That lonely union, privacy so deep,
Such calm employments, such entire content For beauty, to your lip is raised,
So when the rain is over, the storm laid,