But when upon the pillow then, Composed, she laid her head, She little thought what unseen Powers Kept watch beside her bed. A double ward had she that night, When evil near her drew; Her own Good Angel guarding her, And Eleëmon's too. Their charge it was to keep her safe From all unholy things; And o'er her while she slept, they spread The shadow of their wings. So when an Evil Dream drew nigh They barr'd him from access, Nor suffer'd him to reach her with A breath of sinfulness. But with his instigations they A hallowing influence blent, And made his fiendish ministry Subserve to their intent. Thus while in troubled sleep she lay, Strange impulses were given, And now the nightingale hath ceased The storks on roof and dome and tower As now the motions and the sounds Then as from dreams that seem'd no dreams A low sweet voice was in her ear; According with her dreams, it said, This was no dream full well she knew; Conscious of thought and wakefulness Alas! but how shall she make known How will her Father brook a turn How bear to think that vulgar tongues Blest in her husband she hath been; She hath been fruitful as a vine, And in her children blest; Sorrow hath not come near her yet, Nor fears to shake, nor cares to fret, Nor grief to wound the breast. And blest alike would her husband be, But where the accursed reed had drawn Nor could he from his heart throw off It was there when he lay down at night, He feels it whatever he does, No occupation from his mind But still he felt it most, O miserable man, But happy man, whate'er His earthly lot may be, In such faith hath Proterius lived; And strong is that faith and fresh, As if obtaining then new power, When he hath reach'd the awful hour Appointed for all flesh. Eleëmon and his daughter With his latest breath he blest, And saying to them, « we shall meet Again before the Mercy-seat! Went peacefully to rest. This is the balm which God |