At houses, men, and common light amazed. desired. XLVI. Rough potters seemed they, trading soberly The bagpipe dinning on the midnight moor XLVII. But ill they suited me,—those journeys dark The gloomy lantern, and the dim blue match, ing still. XLVIII. What could I do, unaided and unblest? My father! gone was every friend of thine : And kindred of dead husband are at best Small help; and, after marriage such as mine, Nor was I then for toil or service fit; My deep-drawn sighs no effort could confine; air forgetful would I sit In open Whole hours, with idle arms in moping sorrow knit. XLIX. The roads I paced, I loitered through the fields; Foregone the home delight of constant truth, Through tears the rising sun I oft have viewed, Through tears have seen him towards that world descend Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude: Three years a wanderer, now my course I bend-- She wept; because she had no more to say Of that perpetual weight which on her spirit lay. LI. True sympathy the Sailor's looks expressed, Of Time's sure help to calm and reconcile, Joy's second spring and Hope's long-treasured Yet, to relieve her heart, in friendly style Proverbial words of comfort he applied, And not in vain, while they went pacing side by side. LII. Erelong, from heaps of turf, before their sight, Which high and higher mounts with silver gleam; Thence bursting shrill did all remark prevent; They paused, and heard a hoarser voice blaspheme, And female cries. Their course they thither bent, Ånd met a man who foamed with anger vehement. LIII. A woman stood with quivering lips and pale, The Soldier's Widow heard and stood aghast; And stern looks on the man her gray-hairea Comrade cast. LIV. His voice with indignation rising high Such further deed in manhood's name forbade ; Asked him in scorn what business there he had; LV. Softly he stroked the child, who lay outstretched He had himself inflicted. Through his brain LVI. Within himself he said, What hearts have we! The father, and relenting thoughts awoke; He kissed his son: so all was reconciled. Then, with a voice which inward trouble broke Ere to his lips it came, the Sailor them bespoke. LVII. "Bad is the world, and hard is the world's law, LVIII. Forthwith the pair passed on; and down they look Into a narrow valley's pleasant scene Where wreaths of vapor tracked a winding brook, That babbled on through groves and meadows green; A low-roofed house peeped out the trees between ; The dripping groves resound with cheerful lays, And melancholy lowings intervene Of scattered herds, that in the meadow graze, Some amid lingering shade, some touched by the sun's rays. LIX. They saw and heard, and, winding with the road Down a thick wood, they dropt into the vale; Comfort by prouder mansions unbestowed |