'tis like a rose, which in the dawn that views his bright home, and desires H. VAUGHAN 284 ADVERSA ÆQVO ANIMo ferenda esse F weeping eyes could wash away those evils they mourn for night and day, with my best jewels would buy tears. she strikes more boldly; but a face Then leave thy tears, and tedious tale H. VAUGHAN 285 IF THE WARRIOR TO HIS DEAD BRIDE F in the fight my arm was strong if conquering and unhurt I came back from the battle-field it is because thy prayers have been Thy heart, my own, still beats in Heaven that made thee stoop to such a soul, I hear thee murmur words of peace and a calm falls from the angel stars, and soothes my great despair— the Heavens themselves look brighter, love, A. A. PROCTER 286 TO THE JEWS TO MOURN for their DESTRUCTION CONSID ONSIDER ye and call for the mourning women that they may come; and send for cunning women, that they may come: and let them make haste, and take up a wailing for us, that our eyes may run down with tears, and our eyelids gush out with waters. For a voice of wailing is heard out of Zion, 'How are we spoiled, we are greatly confounded, because our dwellings have cast us out!' Yet hear the word of the Lord, O ye women, and every one her neighbour lamentation. and the young men from the streets: and as the handful after the harvestman, JEREMIAH 287 288 DIRGE AT SEA LEEP!-we give thee to the wave, thou shalt find a noble grave: Sleep! thy billowy field is won, Lonely, lonely is thy bed, never there may flower be shed, Yet thy record on the sea, BRIGHTLY HAST THOU FLED BRIGH RIGHTLY, brightly hast thou fled, with thy young thoughts pure from spot, with thy fond love wasted not, with thy bounding heart. Ne'er by sorrow to be wet, calmly smiles thy pale cheek yet, ere with dust o'erspread: lilies ne'er by tempest blown, white rose which no stain hath known, So we give thee to the earth, o'er thy gentle head; thou that, like a dewdrop borne brightly thus hast fled! F. HEMANS F. HEMANS 289 290 N DIRGE OF A CHILD O bitter tears for thee be shed, whose all of life, a rosy ray, blushed into dawn and passed away. We rear no marble o'er thy tomb; such dwelling to adorn. Fragrance and flowers and dews must be Thy grave shall be a blessed shrine, and oft, upon the midnight air, shall viewless harps be murmuring there. TO WOMAN THOU by heaven ordained to be from thy sweet lip one tender sigh, one glance from thine approving eye, F. HEMANS to virtue's noblest flights or worst extremes of ill! Be angel-minded! and despise thy sex's little vanities; and let not passion's lawless tide thy better purpose sweep aside; for woe awaits the evil hour that tends to man's annoy thy heaven-entrusted power. Woman! 'tis thine to cleanse his heart from every gross, unholy part; thine, in domestic solitude, to win him to be wise and good; his pattern guide and friend to be, to give him back the heaven he forfeited for thee. |