THE COUNTESS OF LOVELACE. And following her beloved Lord, She makes her life one sweet record For she was rich and gave up all Of those who waited in her hall Long since beyond the Southern Sea Now earns her daily bread. It is their prayers, which never cease, LONGFELLOW. THE COUNTESS OF LOVELACE. "Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart." LADY, thy brow is very bright, And thy young eyes shed gentle light No shadows linger on thy sight, But they do smile away! And still-though happiness doth seem Than sunshine should inspire, Thou livest in those lines: their light Is glowing round thee now, It cannot gaze on thee-their gem- THE COUNTESS OF LOVELACE. To shed around his Ada's name A Father's halo-love; 'Mid all the fires that warm'd his breast, As bright, but holier than the rest! And still the Poet's blessing crowns It hallows all the Mother's hope, Young Wife! fond Mother! give thee joy, And love and happiness combine May their fair Mother live with pride The dazzle of its name! ANON. FROM THE ARABIC. WHILE sad suspense and chill delay SIR W. JONES. THE POET'S PATH. THE poet's path of old, it passed And through the wrecks of war and time For there the ancient temples rose, As at the thrilling call Of that Egyptian wanderer's lyre Arose the Theban wall. And since o'er many a distant shore For gleaming through the Polar night, THE POET'S PATH. The old Crusaders saw it shine Through realms of Eastern bloom, And the wanderers of the Western woods But like the ocean-doomed, who sought The feet that seek that pleasant path For tuneful lips that once have quaffed Though never more they taste the wave, As he who traversed lands of old- A stranger in his own; So hearts that early leave the dust, But oh what glorious visions shine, Around that mystic path, to win From earth the pilgrim's eyes! 37 |