She stood beside the well her God had given To gush in that deep wilderness, and bathed The forehead of her child until he laugh'd In his reviving happiness, and lisp'd His infant thought of gladness at the sight Of the cool plashing of his mother's hand. RIZPAH WITH HER SONS, (THE DAY BEFORE THEY WERE HANGED ON GIBEAH. "BREAD for my mother!" said the voice of one Yet, as he stoop'd his forehead to her hand And, through the darkness of the widow's heart "Whence comest thou?" said Rizpah. "From the house Of David. In his gate there stood a soldier This in his hand. I pluck'd it, and I said, As he spoke, a step, Light as an antelope's, the threshold press'd, Enter'd Mephibosheth. What bird of heaven. The violet's cup was harsh to his blue eye. Less agile was the fierce barb's fiery step. His voice drew hearts to him. His smile was like The incarnation of some blessed dream Is joyousness so sunn'd the gazer's eye! As if he were a vision that would fade, Rizpah gazed on him. Never, to her eye, Grew his bright form familiar; but, like stars, That seem'd each night new lit in a new heaven, He was each morn's sweet gift to her. She loved Her firstborn, as a mother loves her child, Tenderly, fondly. But for him-the last― What had she done for heaven to be his mother! Her heart rose in her throat to hear his voice; She look'd at him forever through her tears; Her utterance, when she spoke to him, sank down, As if the lightest thought of him had lain In an unfathom'd cavern of her soul. The morning light was part of him, to her— Too tardy sang the bird when he was gone; Pause at eve's golden door-to wait for him! Such as this Is many a poor one in her humble home, Pouring her life all out upon her child. What cares she that he does not feel how close Her heart beats after his-that all unseen Are the fond thoughts that follow him by day, And watch his sleep like angels? And, when moved By some sore needed providence, he stops In his wild path and lifts a thought to heaven, He who once wept with Mary-angels keeping Their unthank'd watch-are a foreshadowing |