God sent his messenger of faith, And whispered in the maiden's heart, Thy freshness on the barren sands O beauty of holiness, Of self-forgetfulness, of lowliness! Whose very gentleness and weakness Of the sealed volume that I bear, The deed divine Is written in characters of gold, Burn and shine, With soft effulgence! O God! it is thy indulgence That fills the world with the bliss Of a good deed like this! The Angel of Evil Deeds, with open book. Not yet, not yet Is the red sun wholly set, But evermore recedes, While open still I bear The Book of Evil Deeds, To let the breathings of the upper air The records from its face! The glimmering landscape shines, Who by repentance Has escaped the dreadful sentence, With closed Book To God do I ascend. Lo! over the mountain steeps A blackness inwardly brightening As a storm-cloud lurid with lightning. Repeated and again repeated, As the reverberation Of cloud answering unto cloud, Lightning retreated, Baffled and thwarted by the wind's resistance. It is Lucifer, The son of mystery; And since God suffers him to be, He, too, is God's minister, And labours for some good By us not understood! I had engagements elsewhere. in his dressing-gown, smoking and conversing with Don Carlos. Why, all the town and court. Her Lindo Don Diego; Doña Sol, It was a dull affair; One of those comedies in which you see, As Lope says, the history of the world Brought down from Genesis to the Day of Judgment. I think the girl extremely beautiful. Don C. Almost beyond the privilege of woman! Her step was royal,-queen-like, and her face Lara. May not a saint fall from her Paradise, Don C. Why do you ask? Lara. Because I have heard it said this angel fell, Don C. You do her wrong; indeed, you do her wrong! She is as virtuous as she is fair. Lara. How credulous you are! Why look you, friend, There's not a virtuous woman in Madrid, In this whole city! And would you persuade me A model for her virtue? Don C. She is a Gipsy girl. Lara. The easier. Don C. You forget And therefore won Nay, not to be won at all! The only virtue that a Gipsy prizes Is chastity. That is her only virtue. Dearer than life she holds it. I remember Lara. And does that prove That Preciosa is above suspicion? Don C. It proves a nobleman may be repulsed Lara. Don C. 'Tis late. I must begone, for if I stay Lara. Yes; persuade me. Don C. No one so deaf as he who will not hear! Don C. And so good night. I wish you pleasant dreams, And greater faith in woman. Lara. Greater faith! I have the greatest faith; for I believe Victorian is her lover. I believe That I shall be to-morrow; and thereafter Another, and another, and another, Chasing each other through her zodiac, As Taurus chases Aries. Enter FRANCISCO with a casket. What speed with Preciosa? Fran. Well, Francisco, None, my lord. She sends your jewels back, and bids me tell you Lara. Then I will try some other way to win her. Fran. I saw him at the jeweller's to-day. Yes, my lord; [Exit. |