Years contracting to a moment, Each word greedier than the last; "Hie thee to the Countess, friend! return with speed, And of this Stranger speak, by whom her lord was freed. XIX. "Say that I, who might have languished, My Deliverer would present For a crowning recompense, the precious grace Of her who in my heart still holds her ancient place. xx. "Make it known that my Companion Is of royal Eastern blood, Innocent, and meek, and good, Though with misbelievers bred; but that dark night Will holy Church disperse by beams of Gospel light." ΧΧΙ. Swiftly went that gray-haired Servant, Thanks, and praises, each a gage For a sunny thought to cheer the Stranger's way, Her virtuous scruples to remove, her fears allay. XXII. And how blest the Reunited, While beneath their castle-walls Blest, though every tear that falls Doth in its silence of past sorrow tell, And makes a meeting seem most like a dear farewell XXIII. Through a haze of human nature, Looked the beautiful Deliverer On that overpowering sight, While across her virgin cheek pure blushes strayed For every tender sacrifice her heart had made. XXIV. On the ground the weeping Countess Pledge of an eternal band: Nor did aught of future days that kiss belie, Which, with a generous shout, the crowd did ratify. XXV. 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 life, Who, loving most, should wiseliest love, their only strife. XXVI. Mute memento of that union In a Saxon church survives, Where a cross-legged Knight lies sculptured Figures with armorial signs of race and birth, earth. 1830. XXXV. LOVING AND LIKING: IRREGULAR VERSES, ADDRESSED TO A CHILD. (BY MY SISTER.) THERE's more in words than I can teach : Yet listen, Child! — I would not preach; But only give some plain directions But you may love a screaming owl, And, if you can, the unwieldy toad A frog leaps out from bordering grass, Do you observe him, and endeavor In which he swims as taught by nature, Nor blush if o'er your heart be stealing A love for things that have no feeling: The Spring's first rose by you espied, May fill your breast with joyful pride; And you may love the strawberry-flower, And love the strawberry in its bower; But when the fruit, so often praised For beauty, to your lip is raised, Say not you love the delicate treat, But like it, enjoy it, and thankfully eat. Long may you love your pensioner mouse, I would not circumscribe your love: It may soar with the eagle and brood with the dove, May pierce the earth with the patient mole, Or track the hedgehog to his hole. Loving and liking are the solace of life, Rock the cradle of joy, smooth the death-bed of strife. You love your father and your mother, |