As lofty as his mountains, and as calm Is that pure faith which, in a rhythmic psalm, I PAREPA-ROSA. A MEMORIAL. I O SPIRIT, disembodied though thou art, I cling to thee, and cannot let thee go! Its subtle music echoes all my woe. Its perfect passion, its consummate pain, II Like to that splendid Swede who swayed the souls Then shall she make thy notes her noblest choice, MODJESKA, THE wind of Fortune blew a seed that fell And from it sprang a flower, and bloomed full well, Its perfume woke a madness in men's hearts LOVE'S INSPIRATION. THRICE blessed love, I live for thee alone! It sought to soar without thee, but it fell, And so it sings its glory to the stars. Thou healest all its pangs; it fears not wrong; And shuns rude Passion with her stains and scars. By faith in thee it ever shall be strong, And not a doubt its sweet contentment mars. |