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Old faces, - all the friendly past

Rises within her heart again, And sunshine froin her childhood cast

Makes summer of the icy rain. Enhaloed by a mild, warm glow,

From all humanity apart, She hears old footsteps wandering slow Through the lone chambers of the

heart.

Outside the porch before the door,

Her cheek upon the cold, hard stone, She lies, no longer foul and poor,

No longer dreary and alone.

Next morning something heavily

Against the opening door did weigh, And there, from sin and sorrow free,

A woman on the threshold lay.

A vague and starry magic

Makes all things mysteries, And lures the earth's dumb spirit

Up to the longing skies, –
I seem to hear dim whispers,

And tremulous replies.
The fireflies o'er the meadow

In pulses come and go;
The elm-trees' heavy shadow

Weighs on the grass below; And faintly from the distance

The dreaming cock doth crow. All things look strange and mystic,

The very bushes swell
And take wild shapes and motions,

As if beneath a spell,
They seem not the same lilacs

Froin childhood known so well. The snow of deepest silence

O'er everything doth fall, So beautiful and quiet,

And yet so like a pall,
As if all life were ended,

And rest were come to all.
O wild and wondrous midnight,

There is a might in thee
To make the charmëd body

Almost like spirit be,
And give it some faint glimpses
Of iinmortality!

1842.

A smile upon the wan lips told

That she had found a calm release, And that, from out the want and cold,

The song had borne her soul in peace.

For, whom the heart of man shuts out,

Sometimes the heart of God takes in, And fences them all round about With silence 'mid the world's loud

din; And one of his great charities

Is Music, and it doth not scorn To close the lids upon the eyes

Of the polluted and forlorn ;

Far was she from her childhood's home,

Farther in guilt had wandered thence, Yet thither it had bid her come To die in maiden innocence.

1842.

A PRAYER.
God! do not let my loved one die,

But rather wait until the time
That I am grown in purity

Enough to enter thy pure clime,
Then take me, I will gladly go,
So that my love remain below 1
O, let her stay! She is by birth

What I through death must learn to We need her more on our poor earth, Than thou canst need in heaven with

thee : She hath her wings already, I Must burst this earth-shell'ere I fly.

MIDNIGHT.

be ;

THE moon shines white and silent

On the mist, which, like a tide Of some enchanted ocean,

O'er the wide marsh doth glide, Spreading its ghost-like billows Silently far and wide.

Then, God, take me! We shall be

near, More near than ever, each to each : Her angel ears will find more clear

My heavenly than my earthly speech; And still, as I draw nigh to thee, Her soul and mine shall closer be.

1841.

THE HERITAGE.

The rich man's son inherits lands, And piles of brick, and stone, and

gold, And he inherits soft white hands,

And tender flesh that fears the cold,

Nor dares to wear a garment old; A heritage, it seems to me, One scarce would wish to hold in fee.

A heritage, it seems to me,
A king might wish to hold in fee.
What doth the poor man's son inherit?

A patience learned of being poor,
Courage, if sorrow come, to bear it,

A fellow-feeling that is sure

To make the outcast bless his door; A heritage, it seems to me, A king might wish to hold in fee. O rich man's son ! there is a toil

That with all others level stands; Large charity doth never soil,

But only whiten, soft white hands,

This is the best crop from thy lands; A heritage, it seems to be, Worth being rich to hold in fee. O poor man's son! scorn not thy state ;

There is worse weariness than thine, In merely being rich and great ;

Toil only gives the soul to shine,

And makes rest fragrant and benign; A heritage, it seems to me, Worth being poor to hold in fee. Both, heirs to some six feet of sod,

Are equal in the earth at last ; Both, children of the same dear God,

Prove title to your heirship vast

By record of a well-filled past ;
A heritage, it seems to me,
Well worth a life to hold in fee.

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THE ROSE: A BALLAD.

The rich man's son inherits wants,

His stomach craves for dainty fare ; With sated heart, he hears the pants Of toiling hinds with brown arms

bare, And wearies in his easy-chair ; A heritage, it seems to me, One scarce would wish to hold in fee. Whai doth the poor man's son inherit?

Stout muscles and a sinewy heart, A hardy frame, a hardier spirit;

King of two hands, he does his part

In every useful toil and art ; A heritage, it seems to me, A king might wish to hold in fee. What doth the poor man's son inherit?

Wishes o'erjoyed with humble things, A rank adjudged by toil-won merit, Cortert that from employment

springs,
A hear that in his labor sings ;

I.
In his tower sat the poet

Gazing on the roaring sea, “Take this rose," he sighed, “and

throw it Where there's none that loveth me. On the rock the billow bursteth

And sinks back into the seas, But in vain my spirit thirsteth

So to burst and be at ease. Take, O sea ! the tender blossom

That hath lain against my breast;
On thy black and angry bosom

It will find a surer rest.
Life is vain, and love is hollow,

Ugly death stands there behind,

Hate and scorn and hunger follow

Him that toileth for his kind.” Forth into the night he hurled it,

And with bitter smile did mark How the surly tempest whirled it

Swift into the hungry dark. Foan and spray drive back to leeward,

And the gale, with dreary moan, Drifts the helpless blossom seaward,

Through the breakers all alone.

Strength and wisdom only flower

When we toil for all our kuud. Hope is truth, — the future giveth

More than present takes away, And the 6oul forever liveth

Nearer God from day to day.” Not a word the maiden uttered,

Fullest hearts are slow to speak, But a withered rose-leaf fluttered Down upon the poet's cheek.

1842.

II.

A LEGEND OF BRITTANY.

PART FIRST.

Stands a maiden, on the morrow,

Musing by the wave-beat strand, Half in hope and half in sorrow,

Tracing words upon the sand : “Shall I ever then behold him

Who hath been my life so long, Ever to this sick heart fold him,

Be the spirit of his song? Touch not, sea, the blessed letters

I have traced upon thy shore, Spare his name whose spirit fetters

Mine with love forevermore!" Swells the tide and overflows it,

But, with omen pure and meet. Brings a little rose, and throws it

Humbly at the maiden's feet. Full of bliss she takes the token,

And, upon her snowy breast, Soothes the ruffled petals broken

With the ocean's fierce unrest. “Love is thine, O heart ! and surely

Peace shall also be thine own For the heart that trusteth purely

Never long can pine alone.

1. FAIR as a summer dream was Mar.

garet, -Such dream as in a poet's soul might

start, Musing of old loves while the moon

doth set : Her hair was not more sunny than

her heart, Though like a natural golden coronet It circled her dear head with careless

art, Mocking the sunshine, that would fain

have lert To its frank grace a richer ornament.

II.

III.

In his tower sits the poet,

Blisses new and strange to him Fill his heart and overflow it

With a wonder sweet and dim. Up the beach the ocean slideth

With a whisper of delight, And the moon in silence glideth

Through the peaceful blue of nigth Rippling o'er the poet's shoulder

Flows a maiden's golden hair, Maiden lips, with love grown bolder,

Kiss his moon-lit forehead bare. * Lite is joy, and love is power,

Death all fetters doth unbind,

His loved ore's eyes could poet ever

speak, So kind, so dewy, and so deep were

hers, But, while he strives, the choicest

phrase, too weak, Their glad reflection in his spirit

blurs ; As one may see a dream dissolve and

break Out of his grasp when he to tell it

stirs, Like that sad Dryad doomed no more

to bless The mortal who revealed her loveli

ness.

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Full many a sweet forewarning hath

the mind, Full many a whispering of vague deEre comes the nature destined to unbind Its virgin zone, and all its deeps in

spire, Low stirrings in the leaves, before the

wind

O, what a face was hers to brighten

light, And give back sunshine with an

added glow,

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