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Like thee—he sanctified his country's steel,
At once the tyrant and tyrannicide, In his own blood-a deed it was to bring Tears from all men—though full of gentle
pride, Such pride as from impetuous love may spring, That will not be refused its offering.
Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor toil, Nor custom, queen of many slaves, makes
blind, Have ever grieved that man should be the spoil
Of his own weakness, and with earnest mind Fed hopes of its redemption, these recur
Chastened by deathful victory now, and find Foundations in this foulest age, and stir Me whom they cheer to be their minister.
IV. Dark is the realm of grief : but human things Those may not know who cannot weep for
Once more descend The shadows of my soul upon mankind, For to those hearts with which they never blend, Thoughts are but shadows which the flashing
mind From the swift clouds which track its flight of
fire, Casts on the gloomy world it leaves behind. *
FRAGMENT OF A SONG.
O THAT a chariot of cloud were mine!
air, When the moon over the ocean's line Is spreading the locks of her bright grey
hair. O that a chariot of cloud were mine! I would sail on the waves of the billowy
wind To the mountain peak and the rocky lake, And the ....
FRAGMENT: TO A FRIEND LEAVING
For me, my friend, if not that tears did
tremble In my faint eyes, and that my heart beat
fast With feelings which make rapture pain re
semble, Yet, from thy voice that falsehood starts
aghast, I thank thee-let the tyrant ķeep His chains and tears, yea let him weep With rage to see thee freshly risen, Like strength from slumber, from the prison,
In which he vainly hoped the soul to bind Which on the chains must prey that fetter
humankind. ? Possibly a rejected passage for Rosalind and Helen.-ED.
FRAGMENT: SATAN LOOSE.
A GOLDEN-WINGÈD Angel stood
Before the Eternal Judgment-seat: His looks were wild, and Devils' blood
Stained his dainty hands and feet. The Father and the Son Knew that strife was now begun. They knew that Satan had broken his chain, And, with millions of dæmons in his train, Was ranging over the world again. Before the Angel had told his tale,
A sweet and a creeping sound
Like the rushing of wings was heard around; And suddenly the lamps grew paleThe lamps, before the Archangels seven, That burn continually in heaven.
TWO FRAGMENTS TO MUSIC.
Where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild ;
No, Music, thou art not the “ food of Love,"
FRAGMENT: UNSATISFIED DESIRES.
To thirst and find no fill—to wail and wander With short uneasy steps—to pause and
ponderTo feel the blood run through the veins and
tingle Where busy thought and blind sensation
STANZA: WEALTH AND LOVE.
WEALTH and dominion fade into the mass
Of the great sea of human right and wrong, When once from our possession they must
pass; But love, though misdirected, is among The things which are immortal, and surpass All that frail stuff which will be-or which was.
My thoughts arise and fade in solitude ;
day: How beautiful they were, how firm they stood, Flecking the starry sky like woven pearl !
A HATE-SONG: IMPROVISED.
A HATER he came and sat by a ditch,
And he took an old cracked lute; And he sang a song which was more of a
screech 'Gainst a woman that was a brute.
LINES TO A CRITIC.
Or silk from the yellow bee?
As soon as hate in me.
Hate men who cant, and men who pray,
And men who rail like thee; An equal passion to repay
They are not coy like me.
To be thy dear heart's mate;
Sooner than me thy hate.
Cannot divided be;
How should I, then, hate thee ?