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Suffice it that the Son, who strove
With fruitless effort to allay
That passion, prudently gave way ;
Nor did he turn aside to prove
His Brothers' wisdom or their love,
But calmly from the spot withdrew;
His best endeavors to renew,
Should e'er a kindlier time ensue.


'Tis night : in silence looking down,
The Moon from cloudless ether sees
A Camp, and a beleaguered Town,
And Castle like a stately crown
On the steep rocks of winding Tees;
And southward far, with moor between,
Hill-top, and flood, and forest green,
The bright Moon sees that valley small
Where Rylstone's old sequestered Hall
A venerable image yields
Of quiet to the neighboring fields ;
While from one pillared chimney breathes
The smoke, and mounts in silver wreaths.

- The courts are hushed ; - for timely sleep
The greyhounds to their kennel creep ;
The peacock in the broad ash-tree
Aloft is roosted for the night,

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He who in proud prosperity
Of colors manifold and bright
Walked round, affronting the daylight;
And higher still, above the bower
Where he is perched, from yon lone Tower
The hall-clock in the clear moonshine
With glittering finger points at nine.

Ah! who could think that sadness here Hath any sway? or pain, or fear? A soft and lulling sound is heard Of streams inaudible by day; The garden pool's dark surface, stirred By the night insects in their play, Breaks into dimples small and bright ; A thousand, thousand rings of light That shape themselves and disappear Almost as soon as seen :

and lo! Not distant far, the milk-white Doe, The same who quietly was feeding On the green herb, and nothing heeding, When Francis, uttering to the Maid His last words in the yew-tree shade, Involved whate'er by love was brought Out of his heart, or crossed his thought, Or chance presented to his eye, In one sad sweep of destiny, The same fair Creature, who hath found Her way

into forbidden ground ; Where now, — within this spacious plot

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For pleasure made, a goodly spot,
With lawns and beds of flowers, and shades
Of trellis-work in long arcades,
And cirque and crescent framed by wall
Of close-clipt foliage green and tall,
Converging walks, and fountains gay,
And terraces in trim array,-
Beneath yon cypress spiring high,
With pine and cedar spreading wide
Their darksome boughs on either side,
In open moonlight doth she lie;
Happy as others of her kind,
That, far from human neighborhood,
Range unrestricted as the wind,
Through park, or chase, or savage wood.

But see the consecrated Maid Emerging from a cedar shade To open moonshine, where the Doe Beneath the cypress-spire is laid; Like a patch of April snow, Upon a bed of herbage green, Lingering in a woody glade Or behind a rocky screen, Lonely relic! which, if seen By the shepherd, is passed by With an inattentive eye. Nor more regard doth she bestow Upon the uncomplaining Doe, Now couched at ease, though oft this day

Not unperplexed nor free from pain,
When she had tried, and tried in vain,
Approaching in her gentle way,
To win some look of love, or gain
Encouragement to sport or play ;
Attempts which the heart-sick Maid
Rejected, or with slight repaid.

Yet Emily is soothed ; the breeze Came fraught with kindly sympathies. As she approached yon rustic shed Hung with late-flowering woodbine, spread Along the walls and overhead, The fragrance of the breathing flowers Revived a memory of those hours When here, in this remote alcove, (While from the pendent woodbine came Like odors, sweet as if the same,) A fondly anxious Mother strove To teach her salutary fears And mysteries above her years. Yes, she is soothed : an Image faint, And yet not faint, a presence bright Returns to her, — that blessed Saint Who with mild looks and language mild Instructed here her darling Child, While yet a prattler on the knee, To worship in simplicity The invisible God, and take for guide The faith reformed and purified.

'Tis flown,

the Vision, and the sense Of that beguiling influence ;

But O thou Angel from above !
Mute Spirit of maternal love,
That stood'st before my eyes, more clear
Than ghosts are fabled to appear

embassies of fear;
As thou thy presence hast to me
Vouchsafed, in radiant ministry
Descend on Francis ; nor forbear
To greet him with a voice, and say:

If hope be a rejected stay,
Do thou, my Christian Son, beware
Of that most lamentable snare,
The self-reliance of despair !""

Then from within the embowered retreat
Where she had found a grateful seat
Perturbed she issues. She will go !
Herself will follow to the war,
And clasp her Father's knees; - ah, no!
She meets an insuperable bar,
The injunction by her Brother laid ;
His parting charge, - but ill obeyed, -
That interdicted all debate,

for this cause or for that ;
All efforts that would turn aside
The headstrong current of their fate:
Her duty is to stand and wait ;
In resignation to abide

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