I saw the monarch of a realm; I saw the chieftain, in his arms, I saw the artist's bright'ning brow, But e'er his budding hopes had bloomed, I saw the poet, o'er whose page Creations start to light; But soon the fair creations fell, I saw a ship go gayly forth, Ah, who can show us any good, None, none but thee, O Son of God! IV. THE BARTERED BRIDE. (1840.) THE Bridegroom is merry in revel and dance, Let her weep! 'tis the only relief to her soul! She thinks of the past, and the tableaux arise, Her first trusting faith to another was given; And it almost stood still, as she heard him depart. But her father denied her; his nature severe, So alone to the rose-covered arbor she goes, She has gone; and wherever she goes she shall find, And the father that bartered the priceless for gold, For wealth cannot purchase content for that heart, Thus the flow'ret, removed from the bower of its birth, In clime uncongenial bows drooping to earth; And the birdling, a captive remote from its nest, Will pine in a palace, and languish to rest. V. THE ENGLISH NUN. (1840.) THE mother's gentle hand is laid And still she feels the pressure soft Of that maternal hand; As fades amid the distance blue And still she hears the pleasant tones That filled her childhood's home; And still she hears her mother speak, 66 Thy father, child, has come." Once more she courses on the lawn, But these are dreams; aye, very dreams; Bright fragments of the past; Far, far from home, and friends, and love, The ship is flying fast. Now fade the castles one by one, 'Till lost amid the night; And shore and hill beyond the wave But darkness multiplies our thoughts, And thus does midnight bring to her Yet does she hope; Hope ever lives, Like Hagar's angel, pointing out O, can the father's heart forget Her sweet, confiding innocence, Nay, nay; he surely must relent! Nor surely can the church require And when her Edward knows her wrongs, To set her free, a thousand swords With these delightful dreams of hope Thus sad and weary passed the days, O, what to her is Italy, Its sunshine and its flowers, |