THE ELDEN TREE. A FEAST was spread in the Baron's hall, For gentle dames sat there, I trow, And many a chief with dark-red brow, Each had fought in war's grim ranks, And some on Jordan's sacred banks, But who thinks now of blood or strife, Their eyes beam bright with social life, Aye, certes, 'tis an hour of glee, For the Baron himself doth smile, And nods his head right cheerily, And quaffs his cup the while. * What recks he now of midnight fear, Long years have past since a deed was done, And there lives not a man beneath the sun, Who wotteth that deed hath been. So gay was he, so gay were all, They mark'd not the growing gloom; Nor wist they how the dark'ning hall Lower'd like the close of doom. Dull grew the goblet's sheen, and grim Hath time pass'd then so swift of pace? A flash of light pass'd thro' the place, Fierce glanced the momentary blaze And each visage pale, with dazzled gaze, At length, in the waning tempest's fall, As light from the welkin broke, "The thunder hath stricken your tree so fair, "Its roots on green-sward lie,” “What tree ?” "The Elden planted there "Some thirty years gone by." "And wherefore starest thou on me so, "With a face so ghastly wild?". - "White bones are found in the mould below, "Like the bones of a stripling child.” Pale he became as the shrouded dead, Then from the board, each guest amazed, Upon his sudden misery gazed, And wonder'd what might be. Out spoke the ancient seneschal, 66 I pray ye stand apart, "Both gentle dames and nobles all, "This grief is at his heart. "Go, call St. Cuthbert's monk with speed, "No, fetch me a priest," the Baron said, "Heaven's eye each secret deed doth scan, "Heaven's justice all should fear: "What I confess to the holy man, "Both Heaven and you shall hear." And soon St. Cuthbert's monk stood by, And cast on the Baron a piteous eye, "O Father! I have done a deed "Which God alone did know; "A brother's blood these hands have shed, "With many a fiend-like blow: "For fiends lent strength like a powerful charm, "And my youthful breast impell'd, “And I laugh'd to see beneath my arm "The sickly stripling quell'd. "A mattock from its pit I ook, "Dug deep for the Elden Tree, “And I tempted the youth therein to look "Some curious sight to see. "The woodmen to their meal were gone, "And ere they return'd again, "I had planted that tree with my strength alone, "O'er the body of the slain. "Ah! gladly smiled my Father then, "And seldom he smiled on me, "When he heard that my skill, like the skill of men, "Had planted the Elden Tree. "But where was his eldest son so dear, 66 "Who nearest his heart had been? They sought him far, they sought him near, "But the boy no more was seen. "And thus his life and lands he lost, "Ah! could the partial parent wot "His elder rights did my envy move, 66 * "These lands and their princely hall; 'But it was our Father's partial love, "I envy'd him most of all." TO A CHILD. WHOSE imp art thou, with dimpled cheek, And arm and shoulders round and sleek, What boots it who, with sweet caresses, Dost now a friendly play-mate find. Thy downcast glances, grave but cunning, Thy shyness, swiftly from me running,- But far afield thou hast not flown, With mocks and threats half-lisp'd, half-spoken; I feel thee pulling at my gown, Of right good-will thy simple token. And thou must laugh and wrestle too, Thy after kindness more engaging. The wilding rose, sweet as thyself, And new-cropt daises are thy treasure: I'd gladly part with worldly pelf, To taste again thy youthful pleasure. But yet for all thy merry look, Thy frisks and wiles, the time is coming, |