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I look for ghosts ; but none will force
DEPARTED Child ! I could forget thee once
My apprehensions come in crowds ;
Beyond participation lie
The Child she mourned had overstepped the pale
THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT.
BY MY SISTER.
The days are cold, the nights are long,
Save thee, my pretty Love !
Have you espied upon a dewy lawn A pair of Leverets each provoking each To a continuance of their fearless sport, Two separate Creatures in their several gifts Abounding, but so fashioned that, in all That Nature prompts them to display, their looks, Their starts of motion and their fits of rest, An undistinguishable style appears And character of gladness, as if Spring Lodged in their innocent bosoms, and the spirit Of the rejoicing morning were their own.
The kitten sleeps upon the hearth,
Such union, in the lovely Girl maintained And her twin Brother, had the parent seen, Ere, pouncing like a ravenous bird of prey, Death in a moment parted them, and left The Mother, in her turns of anguish, worse Than desolate ; for oft-times from the sound Of the survivor's sweetest voice (dear child, He knew it not) and from his happiest looks, Did she extract the food of self-reproach, As one that lived ungrateful for the stay By Heaven afforded to uphold her maimed And tottering spirit. And full oft the Boy, Now first acquainted with distress and grief, Shrunk from his Mother's presence, shunned with
THE SAILOR'S MOTHER. One morning (raw it was and wetA foggy day in winter time) A Woman on the road I met, Not old, though something past her prime :
-Of coats and of jackets grey, scarlet, and green, On the slopes of the pastures all colours were seen ; With their comely blue aprons, and caps white as
snow, The girls on the hills made a holiday show.
She with her mother crossed the sea ; With answering vows. Plebeian was the stock, The babe and mother near me dwell:
Plebeian, though ingenuous, the stock, Yet does my yearning heart to thee
From which her graces and her honours sprung: Turn rather, though I love her well :
And hence the father of the enamoured Youth, Rest, little Stranger, rest thee here !
With haughty indignation, spurned the thought Never was any child more dear!
Of such alliance.
From their cradles up, With but a step between their several homes,
Twins had they been in pleasure ; after strife -I cannot help it; ill intent
And petty quarrels, had grown fond again ; I've none, my pretty Innocent!
Each other's advocate, each other's stay ; I weep—I know they do thee wrong,
And, in their happiest moments, not content, These tears—and my poor idle tongue.
If more divided than a sportive pair Oh, what a kiss was that! my cheek
Of sea-fowl, conscious both that they are hovering How cold it is ! but thou art good;
Within the eddy of a common blast, Thine eyes are on me—they would speak, Or hidden only by the concave depth I think, to help me if they could.
Of neighbouring billows from each other's sight. Blessings upon that soft, warm face, My heart again is in its place !
Thus, not without concurrence of an age
Unknown to memory, was an earnest given While thou art mine, my little Love,
By ready nature for a life of love, This cannot be a sorrowful grove;
For endless constancy, and placid truth ;
But whatsoe'er of such rare treasure lay
Reserved, had fate permitted, for support
Of their maturer years, his present mind
Was under fascination ;-he beheld
A vision, and adored the thing he saw.
Arabian fiction never filled the world
With half the wonders that were wrought for him.
Earth breathed in one great presence of the spring ; And, when once more my home I see,
Life turned the meanest of her implements,
Before his eyes, to price above all gold ;
Could, by the simple opening of a door,
Let itself in upon him :pathways, walks,
from which its length may perhaps exclude it. The Surcharged, within him, overblest to move facts are true; no invention as to these has been
Beneath a sun that wakes a weary world exercised, as none was needed
To its dull round of ordinary cares ;
A man too happy for mortality!
So passed the time, till whether through effect Is fairer than the fairest star in heaven !
Of some unguarded moment that dissolved
Virtuous restraint-ah, speak it, think it, not !
In honourable wedlock with his Love,
Deem that by such fond hope the Youth was swayed, Who heard the heart-felt music of his suit
And bear with their transgression, when I add
That Julia, wanting yet the name of wife, Persisted openly that death alone
Should abrogate his human privilege
Divine, of swearing everlasting truth,
Upon the altar, to the Maid he loved.
“You shall be baffled in your mad intent And unforewarned, that in some distant spot If there be justice in the court of France," She might remain shrouded in privacy,
Muttered the Father.- From these words the Youth Until the babe was born. When morning came, Conceived a terror; and, by night or day, The Lover, thus bereft, stung with his loss, Stirred nowhere without weapons, that full soon And all uncertain whither he should turn, Found dreadful provocation : for at night Chafed like a wild beast in the toils; but soon When to his chamber he retired, attempt Discovering traces of the fugitives,
Was made to seize him by three armed men, Their steps he followed to the Maid's retreat. Acting, in furtherance of the father's will, Easily may the sequel be divined
Under a private signet of the State.
A perilous wound-he shuddered to behold Fluttering its pinions, almost within reach, The breathless corse ; then peacefully resigned About the pendent nest, did thus espy
His person to the law, was lodged in prison, Her Lover !—thence a stolen interview,
And wore the fetters of a criminal.
Have you observed a tuft of winged seed
Mounted aloft, is suffered not to use
Through the wide element? or have you marked And of the lark's note heard before its time, The heavier substance of a leaf-clad bough, And of the streaks that laced the severing clouds Within the vortex of a foaming flood, In the unrelenting east.— Through all her courts Tormented ? by such aid you may conceive The vacant city slept; the busy winds,
The perturbation that ensued ;-ah, no! That keep no certain intervals of rest,
Desperate the Maid—the Youth is stained with Moved not; meanwhile the galaxy displayed
blood; Her fires, that like mysterious pulses beat Unmatchable on earth is their disquiet! Aloft ;-momentous but uneasy bliss !
Yet as the troubled seed and tortured bough To their full hearts the universe seemed hung Is Man, subjected to despotic sway. On that brief meeting's slender filament !
For him, by private influence with the Court, They parted; and the generous Vaudracour Was pardon gained, and liberty procured; Reached speedily the native threshold, bent But not without exaction of a pledge, On making (so the Lovers had agreed)
Which liberty and love dispersed in air. A sacrifice of birthright to attain
He flew to her from whom they would divide him-A final portion from his father's hand;
He clove to her who could not give him peaceWhich granted, Bride and Bridegroom then would Yea, his first word of greeting was,—“All right flee
Is gone from me; my lately-towering hopes, To some remote and solitary place,
To the least fibre of their lowest root, Shady as night, and beautiful as heaven,
Are withered; thou no longer canst be mine, Where they may live, with no one to behold I thine-the conscience-stricken inust not woo Their happiness, or to disturb their love.
The unruffled Innocent,-I see thy face,
Behold thee, and my misery is complete!”
“One,are we not?” exclaimed the Maiden—“One, In his stern father's hearing, Vaudracour
For innocence and youth, for weal and woe?”