There lives Who loves him !-loves and loved

Better a million-fold than I !
That Love with countenance unremoved

Looked on him from eternity.

That Love, all Wisdom and all Power,

Though I were dust, would guard him still, And, faithful at the last dread hour,

Stand near him, whispering, “ Fear no ill!"


“ Fear not to love; nor deem thy soul too slight

To walk in human love's heroic ways:
Great Love shall teach thee how to love aright,

Though few the elect of earth who win his praise.

“Fear not, O maid ! nor doubt lest wedded life

Thy childhood's heavenward yearnings blot or blur; There needs the vestal heart to make the wife ;

The best that once it hoped survives in her.

" All love is Sacrifice-a flame that still

Illumes, yet cleanses as with fire, the breast : It frees and lifts the holier heart and will ;

A heap of ashes pale it leaves the rest.”

Thus spake the hermit from his stony chair ;

Then long time watched her speeding towards her home, As when a dove through sunset's roseate air

Sails to her nest o'er crag and ocean's foam.


“We knew thee from thy childhood, princely maid;

We watched thy growing greatness hour by hour : Palm-like thy Faith uprose : beneath its shade

Successive every virtue came to flower.

“Good-will was thine, like fount that overflows

Its marge, and clothes with green the thirsty sod: Good thoughts, like angels, from thy bosom rose,

And winged through golden airs their way to God.

“ To Goodness, Reverence, Honor, from the first

Thy soul was vowed. It was that spiritual troth That fitted maid for wife, and in her nursed

The woman's heart--not years nor outward growth.

“Walk with the holy women praised of old

Who served their God and sons heroic bore:-" Thus sang the minstrels, touching harps of gold

While maidens wreathed with flowers the bridal door.


" Holy was love at first, all true, all fair,

Virtue's bright crown, and Honor's mystic feast, Purer than snows, more sweet than morning air,

More rich than roses in the kindling east.

“Then were the hearts of lovers blithe and glad,

And steeped in freshness like a dew-drenched fleece: Then glittered marriage like a cloud sun-clad

Or flcod that feeds the vale with boon increase

“ Then in its innocence great love was strong

Love that with innocence renews the earth : Then Faith was sovran, Right supreme o'er wrong:

Then sacred as the altar was the hearth. “With hope's clear anthem then the valleys rang;

With songs celestial thrilled the household bowers :Thus to the newly wed the minstrels sang

As home they paced, while children scattered flowers.


Circling in upper airs we met,

Singing God's praise, and spring-tide new :On two glad spirits fell one net

Inwoven of sunbeams and of dew.
One song we sang; at first I thought

Thy voice the echo of mine own;
We looked for nought; we met unsought:

We met, ascending toward the Throne.


Life of my better life! this day with thee

I stand on earthly life's supremest tower;
Heavenward across the far infinity
With thee I gaze in awe, yet gaze


power. Love first, then Fame, illumed that bygone night:

How little knew I then of God or man !
Now breaks the morn eternal, broad and bright;

My spirit, franchised, bursts its narrow span.

Sweet, we must suffer! Joys, thou said'st, like these

Make way for holy suffering. Let it come. Shall that be suffering named which crowns and frees ?

The happiest death man dies is martyrdom. Never were bridal rites more deeply dear

Than when of old to bridegroom and to bride That Pagan Empire cried, “False gods revere !"

They turned ; they kissed each other; and they died.


Fair is this land through which we ride

To that far keep, our bridal bower:
A sacred land of strength and pride,

A land of beauty and of power.
A mountain land through virtue bold,

High built, and bordering on the sun;
A prophet-trodden land, and old;

Our own unvanquished Lebanon ! The hermit's grot her gorges guard

The patriarch's tomb. There snowy dome And granite ridges sweet with nard

O'er-gaze and fence the patriot's home.

No realm of river-mouth and pelf;

No traffic realm of corn and wine; God keeps, and lifts her, to Himself:

His bride she is, as I am thine.

When down that Moslem deluge rolled,

The Faith, enthroned ’mid ruins, sat Here, in her Lebanonian hold,

Firm as the ark on Ararat.

War still is hers, though loving peace;

War-not for empire, but her Lord ;A lion land of slow increase ;

For trenchant is the Moslem sword.


Alas! that sufferer weak and wan

Whom, yester-eve, our journey o'er, Deserted by the caravan,

We found upon our gallery floor!

How long she gasped upon my breast !

We bathed her brows in wine and myrrh ;How death-like sank at last to rest

While rose the sun! I feared to stir.

All night I heard our bridal bells

That chimed so late o'er springing corn : Half changed they seemed to funeral knells

She, too, had had her bridal morn!

Revived she woke. The pang was past :

She woke to live, to smile, to breathe : Oh! what a look was that she cast,

Awaking, on my nuptial wreath


High on the hills the nuptial feast was spread:

Descending, choir to choir the maidens sang, “ Safe to her home our beauteous bride is led,”

While, each to each, the darkening ledges rang.

From vale and plain came up the revellers' shout:

Maidens with maidens danced, and men with men ; Till, one by one, the festal fires burned out

By lonely waters. There was silence then.

Keen flashed the stars, with breath that came and went,

Through mountain chasms around, beneath, above, They whispered, glancing through the bridal tent,

“We too are lovers : heaven is naught but love!"

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How slowly and drearily the time plation of its reward, exceeding drags on, through all the weary great-to be in Paradise, to be length of hours and days, in a with Christ”? But, alas! there household where one has suddenly were two crucified within reach of been stricken down from full life those precious, saving drops, and and health to the unconscious deli- one alone said, “ Lord, remember rium of fever—when in hushed si- me." lence and with folded hands the When the family of Mr. Carlisle watchers surround the sufferer with first realized that the master of the a loving anxiety; whose agony is in house had indeed been prostrated their helplessness to stay for one by the fever which had proved so moment the progress of the disease, fatal in its ravages, they were which seems possessed of a fiend- stunned with surprise and grief. like consciousness of its own fatal It was just the calamity, of all power to destroy; when life and others the least expected, the death hang in the balance, and at heaviest to endure. any moment the scale may turn, Mrs. Grey's affection for her and in its turning may gladden lov- brother was the deepest sentiment ing hearts or break them; and, oh! of her superficial nature, and for above and beyond all,

all, when the time she was bowed down with through the clouding of the intel- sorrow; which, however, constantly lect no ray from the clear light of found vent in words amd tears. faith penetrates the soul, and the She would rise from it soon, but prostrate body, stretched upon its not until the emergency had passcross, fails to discern the nearness ed. She lived only in the sunshine; of that other cross upon this she lost herself when the clouds Calvary of suffering, from which gathered. Assunta was the first to flows in perennial streams the recover her calmness and presence fountain of salvation ! Oh! if in of mind. Necessity made her the ears, heedless of earthly sounds strong; not so much for the sake and words, there could be whisper- of the sick man-that might come ed those blessed words from Divine by and by—but for his sister, who lips, "This day thou shalt be with clung to the young girl as to the me," what heart that loves would last plank from the shipwreck of not rejoice even in its anguish, and her bright, happy life. The physiunselfishly exclaim, “ Depart, (cian was in constant attendance, Christian soul! I will even crush and at the first he had proposed down my poor human love, lest its sending a nurse. But the faithful great longing should turn thy Giovanni had pleaded with so happy soul away from the contem- much earnestness to be allowed the

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