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All night the storm had raged, nor ceased, nor paused, When, as day broke, the Maid, through mistyair, Espies far off a Wreck, amid the surf, 30
Beating on one of those disastrous isles—
Daughter and Sire through optic-glass discern,
Where every parting agony is hushed,
Her earnest tone, and look beaming with faith,
May brighten more and more!
True to the mark, They stem the current of that perilous gorge, Their arms still strengthening with the
strengthening heart, 61
Though danger, as the Wreck is neared,
becomes More imminent. Not unseen do they approach; And rapture, with varieties of fear Incessantly conflicting, thrills the frames 65 Of those who, in that dauntless energy, Foretaste deliverance; but the least perturbed Can scarcely trust his eyes, when he perceives That of the pair—tossed on the waves to bring Hope to the hopeless, to the dying, life— 70 One is a Woman, a poor earthly sister, Or, be the Visitant other than she seems, A guardian Spirit sent from pitying Heaven, In woman's shape. But why prolong the tale, Casting weak words amid a host of thoughts Armed to repel them? Every hazard faced 76 And difficulty mastered, with resolve That no one breathing should be left to perish, This last remainder of the crew are all Placed in the little boat, then o'er the deep 80 Are safely borne, landed upon the beach, And, in fulfilment of G-od's mercy, lodged Within the sheltering Lighthouse.—Shout, ye
Waves! Send forth a song of triumph. Waves and
Exult in this deliverance wrought through faith In Him whose Providence your rage hath
served! Ye screaming Sea-mews, in the concert, join! And would that some immortal Voice—a Voice Fitly attuned to all that gratitude
Breathes out from floor or couch, through
pallid lips 90
Of the survivors—to the clouds might bear— Blended with praise of that parental love, Beneath whose watchful eye the Maiden grew Pious and pure, modest and yet so brave, Though . young so wise, though meek so
Might carry to the clouds and to the stars, Yea, to celestial Choirs, Grace Darling's
THE EUSSIAN FUGITIVE.
Enough of rose-bud lips, and eyes
Like harebells bathed in dew, Of cheek that with carnation vies,
And veins of violet hue;
A likening to frail flowers;
For seasons and for hours.
Through Moscow's gates, with gold unbarred,
Stepped One at dead of night, 10
Whom such high beauty could not guard
From meditated blight;
As doth the hunted fawn,
Appeared unwelcome dawn.
Seven days she lurked in brake and field,
Seven nights her course renewed,
Or berries of the wood;
When lowly doors were shut,
Her Foster-mother's hut.
"To put your love to dangerous proof 25
I come," said she, "from far;
In terror of the Czar."
No second look she cast, 30
But hung upon the Fugitive,
Embracing and embraced.
She led the Lady to a seat
Beside the glimmering fire,
Prevented each desire:—
And on that simple bed,
Now rests her weary head. 40
When she, whose couch had been the sod,
Whose curtain pine or thorn,
Who comforts the forlorn;
Sleep sealed her eyes, and stole Feeling from limbs with travel spent,
And trouble from the soul.
Befreshed, the Wanderer rose at morn,
And soon again was diglit 50
In those unworthy vestments worn
Through long and perilous flight; And " 0 beloved Nurse," she said,
"My thanks with silent tears Have unto Heaven and Yon been paid: 55
Now listen to my fears!
"Have you forgot"—and here she smiled—
"The babbling flatteries You lavished on me when a child
Disporting round your knees? 60
I was your lambkin, and your bird,
Your star, your gem, your flower;
In many a cloudless hour!
"The blossom you so fondly praised 65
Is come to bitter fruit;
I spurned his lawless suit,
You, Foster-father dear, 70
Will guide me in my forward path;
I may not tarry here!
"I cannot bring to utter woe
Your proved fidelity."— "Dear Child, sweet Mistress, say not so! 75
For you we both would die." "Nay, nay, I come with semblance feigned
And cheek embrowned by art; Yet, being inwardly unstained,
With courage will depart." 80