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Is there amid this boundless universe
50 One whom thy soul would visit ? Is there place To memory dear, or vision’d out by hope, Where thou would'st now be present ? form the wish, And I am with thee, there."
His closing speech Yet sounded on her ear, and lo! they stood 55 Swift as the sudden thought that guided them, Within the little cottage that she loved. “ He sleeps I the good man sleeps!" enrapt she cried, As bending o'er her uncle's lowly bed Her eye
retraced his features. " See the beads Which never morn nor night he fails to tell, 61 Remembering me, his child, in every prayer. Oh! peaceful be thy sleep, thou dear old man ! Good Angels guard thy rest! and when thine hour Is come, as gently may'st thou wake to life, 65 As when through yonder lattice the next sun Shall bid thee to thy morning orisons !"
“ Thy voice is heard,” the angel guide rejoin'd, “ He sees thee in his dreams, he hears thee breathe Blessings, and happy is the good man's rest. 70 Thy fame has reach'd him, for who hath not heard Thy wondrous exploits ? and his aged heart Hath felt the deepest joy that ever yet Made his glad blood flow fast. Sleep on, old Claude! Peaceful, pure spirit, be thy sojourn here,
75 And short and soon thy passage to that world Where friends shall part no more!
Does thy soul own No other wish? or sleeps poor Madelon
Forgotten in her grave ?... Sees't thou yon star,”
He said, and they had past The immeasurable space.
Then on her ear 90 The lonely song of adoration rose, Sweet as the cloister'd virgin's vesper hymn, Whose spirit, happily dead to earthly hopes, Already lives in heaven. Abrupt the song Ceased, tremulous and quick a cry
95 Of joyful wonder roused the astonish'd Maid, And instant Madelon was in her arms; No airy form, no unsubstantial shape, She felt her friend, she prest her to her heart, Their tears of rapture mingled.
She drew back, And eagerly she gazed on Madelon,
101 Then fell upon her neck and wept again. No more she saw the long-drawn lines of grief, The emaciate form, the hue of sickliness, 104 The languid eye : youth's loveliest freshness now Mantled her cheek, whose every lineament
Bespake the soul at rest, a holy calm,
“ Thou then art come, my first and dearest friend !" The well-known voice of Madelon began, 110 “ Thou then art come! And was thy pilgrimage So short on earth ? and was it painful too, Painful and short as mine ? but blessed they Who from the crimes and miseries of the world Early escape!”
“ Nay," Theodore replied, 115 “ She hath not yet fulfill’d her mortal work. Permitted visitant from earth she comes To see the seat of rest; and oftentimes In sorrow shall her soul remember this And patient of its transitory woe,
120 Partake again the anticipated joy."
'“ Soon be that work performd !” the Maid ex
claim'd, “ O Madelon ! O Theodore! my soul, Spurning the cold communion of the world, Will dwell with you. But I shall patiently, 125 Yea, even with joy, endure the allotted ills Of which the memory in this better state Shall heighten bliss. That hour of agony, When, Madelon, I felt thy dying grasp, And from thy forehead wiped the dews of death, The very anguish of that hour becomes
131 A joy for memory now.”
“ O earliest friend !
I too remember,” Madelon replied,
145 Sits on his cheek, and loftier thoughts illume The enlighten'd glance."
They met; what joy was theirs He best can feel, who for a dear friend dead Hath wet the midnight pillow with his tears.
Fair was the scene around ; an ample vale 150
The passing gale of eve! Less thrilling sweets
“ Survey this scene!” So Theodore address'd the Maid of Arc, 180 “ There is no evil here, no wretchedness; It is the heaven of those who nurst on earth Their nature's gentlest feelings. Yet not here Centering their joys, but with a patient hope, Waiting the allotted hour when capable 185 Of loftier callings, to a better state They pass; and hither from that better state Frequent they come, preserving so those ties Which through the infinite progressiveness 189 Complete our perfect bliss.
Even such, so blest, Save that the memory of no sorrows past Heighten'd the present joy, our world was once,