But the great Master said, "I see To charm, to strengthen, and to teach. These are the three great chords of might, And he whose ear is tuned aright SUSPIRIA. TAKE them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone! Take them, O Grave! and let them lie Take them, O great Eternity! Our little life is but a gust That bends the branches of thy tree, And trails its blossoms in the dust! HYMN FOR MY BROTHER'S ORDINATION. CHRIST to the young man said: "Yet one thing more ; If thou wouldst perfect be, Sell all thou hast and give it to the poor, Within this temple Christ again, unseen, And evermore beside him on his way Beside him at the marriage feast shall be, O holy trust! O endless sense of rest! To lay his head upon the Saviour's breast, And thus to journey on! It is, that, half-way up the hill, Was the village pride and splendor, Love, the deceiver, them ensnared ; All at the father's stern command was changed; Their peace was gone, but not their love estranged. Wearied at home, erelong the lover fled; He is enticed, and onward led Another a happy wedding-day, Arrived! yet keeps aloof so far! And the bride a lovely boy straight-And knows that of my night he is the star! Knows that long months I wait alone, benighted, And count the moments since he went away! Come! keep the promise of that happier day, That I may keep the faith to thee I plighted! What joy have I without thee? what delight? Grief wastes my life, and makes it misery; Day for the others ever, but for me Forever night! forever night! When he is gone 't is dark! my soul is sad! I suffer! O my God! come, make me glad. When he is near, no thoughts of day in trude; Day has blue heavens, but Baptiste has blue eyes! Within them shines for me a heaven of love, Saw from each eye escape a swollen tear; A heaven all happiness, like that above, What are two drops of turbid rain? Saddened a moment, the bridal train Resumed the dance and song again; The bridegroom only was pale with fear; And down green alleys With merry sallies, They sang the refrain : tude! Earth I forget, — and heaven, and all distresses, When seated by my side my hand he presses; But when alone, remember all! Where is Baptiste? he hears not when I call! A branch of ivy, dying on the ground, "The roads should blossom, the roads In pity come! be to my suffering kind! should bloom, True love, they say, in grief doth more abound! What then when one is blind? "Who knows? perhaps I am for saken ! Ah! woe is me! then bear me to my grave! O God! what thoughts within me waken ! Away! he will return! I do but rave! He will return! I need not fear! He swore it by our Saviour dear; He could not come at his own will; Is weary, or perhaps is ill! Perhaps his heart, in this disguise, Prepares for me some sweet surprise! "Nothing! I heard them singing home the bride; And, as I listened to the song, Thou knowest it is at Whitsuntide. When they behold him at my And poor Baptiste, what sayest thou ? It must seem long to him ;- - methinks I see him now!" Jane, shuddering, her hand doth press: "Thy love I cannot all approve; We must not trust too much to happi |