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Or was it Christian charity,
The richest and rarest of all dowers?
Who shall tell us? No one speaks ;
Either of anger or of pride,
By those who are sleeping at her side.
Hereafter?--And do you think to look
To find her failings, faults, and errors? Ah, you
will then have other cares, In your own short-comings and despairs,
your own secret sins and terrors !
THE EMPEROR'S BIRD'S-NEST.
ONCE the Emperor Charles of Spain,
With his swarthy, grave commanders,
Some old frontier town of Flanders.
Up and down the dreary camp,
In great boots of Spanish leather, Striding with a measured tramp, These Hidalgos, dull and damp,
Cursed the Frenchmen, cursed the weather. Thus as to and fro they went, :
Over upland and through hollow, Giving their impatience vent, Perched upon the Emperor's tent,
In her nest, they spied a swallow.
Yes, it was a swallow's nest,
Built of clay and hair of horses, Mane, or tail, or dragoon's crest, Found on hedge-rows east and west,
After skirmish of the forces.
Then an old Hidalgo said,
As he twirled his gray mustachio, “Sure this swallow overhead Thinks the Emperor's tent a shed,
And the Emperor but a Macho!”
Hearing his imperial name
Coupled with those words of malice,
Slowly from his canvas palace.
Swift as bowstring speeds a shaft,
Through the camp was spread the rumor, And the soldiers, as they quaffed
Flemish beer at dinner, laughed. 1. riii
At the Emperor's pleasant humor.
So unharmed and unafraid
Sat the swallow still and brooded,
And the siege was thus concluded.
Then the army, elsewhere bent,
Struck its tents as if disbanding,
Very curtly, “Leave it standing !"
So it stood there all alone,
Loosely flapping, torn and tattered,
THE TWO ANGELS.
Two angels, one of Life and one of Death,
Passed o'er our village as the morning broke; The dawn was on their faces, and beneath,
The sombre houses hearsed with plumes of smoke.
Their attitude and aspect were the same,
Alike their features and their robes of white; But one was crowned with amaranth, as with flame,
And one with asphodels, like flakes of light.sul
I saw them pause on their celestial way; torill!
Then said I, with deep fear and doubt oppressed, “Beat not so loud, my heart, lest thou betray
The place where thy beloved are at rest!" in
And he who wore the crown of asphodels,
Descending, at my door began to knock, And my soul sank within me, as in wells
The waters sink before an earthquake's shock.
I recognized the nameless agony,
The terror and the tremor and the pain, That oft before had filled or haunted me,
And now returned with threefold strength again.
The door I opened to my heavenly guest,
And listened, for I thought I heard God's voice; And, knowing whatsoe'er He sent was þest,
Dared neither to lament nor to rejoice.
Then with a smile, that filled the house with light,
"My errand is not Death, but Life," he said; And ere I answered, passing out of sight,
On his celestial embassy he sped.
'T was at thy door, O friend! and not at mine,
The angel with the amaranthine wreath, Pausing, descended, and with voice divine,
Whispered a word that had a sound like Death.
Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom,
A shadow on those features fair and thin;
Two angels issued, where but one went in.
All is of God! If He but wave his hand,
The mists collect, the rain falls thick and loud, Till, with a smile of light on sea and land,
Lo! He looks back from the departing cloud.
Angels of Life and Death alike are his;
Without his leave they pass no threshold o'er; Who, then, would wish or dare, believing this,
Against his messengers to shut the door?