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THE FOREST SANCTUARY.
“ Ihr Plätze aller meiner stillen freuden,
Die Jungfrau von Orleans.
Long time against oppression have I fought,
Remorse ; a Tragedy.
[The following poem is intended to describe the mental con
flicts, as well as outward sufferings, of a Spaniard, who, flying from the religious persecutions of his own country, in the sixteenth century, takes refuge, with his child, in a North American forest. The story is supposed to be related by himself, amidst the wilderness which has afforded him an asylum.]
The voices of my home!—I hear them still! They have been with me through the dreamy
nightThe blessed household voices, wont to fill My heart's clear depths with unalloy'd delight!
I hear them still, unchanged : though some fro
earth Are music parted, and the tones of mirthWild, silvery tones, that rang through days mor
brightHave died in others; yet to me they come Singing of boyhood back—the voices of my home!
They call me through this hush of woods repos
ing In the grey stillness of the summer morn; They wander by when heavy flowers are closing, And thoughts grow deep, and winds and stars are
born. Even as a fount's remember'd gushings burst On the parch'd traveller in his hour of thirst, E’en thus they haunt me with sweet sounds, till
By quenchless longings, to my soul I say-
And find mine ark! Yet whither? I must bear
So must it be! These skies above me spread : Are they my own soft skies ?—Ye rest not here, my
Ye far amidst the southern flowers lie sleeping,
Peace !—I will dash these fond regrets to earth,
Traces of things which pass not as a breeze ;
gifts are these!
A blighted name! I hear the winds of morn-
Of the green reeds, and all the rustlings, borne
What part hath mortal name, where God alone Speaks to the mighty waste, and through its heart
Is it not much that I may worship Him.
Now hath redeem'd her birthright of the day, And won, through clouds, to Him her own un
And thou, my boy! that silent at my knee
rise ! Is it not much that I may guide thy prayer, And circle thy glad soul with free and healthful air?