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If I can, I'll come again, mother, from out my resting place;
Good night, good night, when I have said good night for evermore,
She'll find my garden tools upon the granary floor :
Good night, sweet mother: call me before the day is born,
CONCLUSION. I thought to pass away before, and yet alive I am; And in the fields all round I hear the bleating of the lamb. How sadly, I remember, rose the morning of the year! To die before the snow-drop came, and now the violet's here. O sweet is the new violet, that comes beneath the skies, And sweeter is the young lamb's voice to me that cannot rise, And sweet is all the land about, and all the flowers that blow, And sweeter far is death than life to me that long to go. It seem'd so hard at first, mother, to leave the blessed sun, And now it seems as hard to stay, and yet His will be done! But still I think it can't be long before I find release; And that good man, the clergyman, has told me words of peace. O blessings on his kindly voice, and on his silver hair! And blessings on his whole life long, until he meet me there! O blessings on his kindly heart and on his silver head! A thousand times I blest him, as he knelt beside my bed. He showed me all the mercy, for he taught me all the sin ; Now, though my lamp was lighted late, there's One will let me in: Nor would I now be well, mother, again, if that could be, For my desire is but to pass to Him that died for me. I did not hear the dog howl, mother, or the death-watch beat, There came a sweeter token when the night and morning meet: But sit beside my bed, mother, and put your hand in mine, And Effie on the other side, and I will tell the sign.
All in the wild March morning I heard the angels call;
For lying broad awake I thought of you and Effie dear;
I thought that it was fancy, and I listen'd in my bed,
But you were sleeping; and I said, " It's not for them ; it's mine!”
So now I think my time is near. I trust it is. I know
O look! the sun begins to rise, the heavens are in a glow;
O sweet and strange it seems to me, that ere this day is done,
For ever and for ever, all in a blessed home-
TO A CITY PIGEON.
Stoop to my window, thou beautiful dove!
And my joy is high
Why dost thou sit on the heated eaves,
How canst thou bear
Thou alone of the feathered race,
And the “gentle dove”
A holy gift is thine, sweet bird !
And thy even wings
It is no light chance. Thou art set apart
I sometimes dream
Come, then, ever when day light leaves
I hear and see
CEUR DE LION AT THE BIER OF HIS FATHER.
MRS HEMANS. HENRY II. eldest son of Geoffrey Plantagenet, (so named from a sprig of broom-in Latin, planta genista-in French, plante genet, which he used to wear in his cap) was born at Le Mans, in March 1133; began to reign Dec. 8th 1154, and died July 6th 1189, after having reigned 343 years. The latter part of his reign was spent in opposing the rebellions of his own sons, Henry, Geoffrey, Richard, and John, who being impatient for their father's death, and urged on by their own mother, took up arms to dethrone him. They did not succeed in their purpose ;-Henry (the eldest son) died of a fever, Geoffrey was killed in a tournament or mock fight at Paris; and Richard collected an army to go to Palestine to fight against Saladin, but instead of going there he led it against his own father. Henry II. being quite unprepared for this attack, was obliged to make a treaty with his son, in which it was stipulated that all the Barons who had joined Richard should be freely pardoned. The King complied with this condition, but when he saw the name of his youngest and favourite son John among the rebels, he seemed to be broken-hearted, fell ill of a fever, and died. Henry II. was perhaps the ablest king that ever sat on the throne of England. The body of
Henry II. lay in state in the Abbey-church of Fontevraud, where it was visited by
soul; And solemn were the strains they poured through the stillness of the
night, With the cross above, and the crown and sword, and the silent king in
sight.There was heard a heavy clang, as of steel-girt men the tread, And the tombs and the hollow pavement rang with a sounding thrill
of dread; And the holy chaunt was hushed awhile, as, by the torches' flame, A gleam of arms, up the sweeping aisle, with a mail-clad leader came. He came with haughty look, an eagle glance and clear, But his proud heart through his breast-plate shook, when he stood
beside the bier ! He stood there still, with a drooping brow, and clasp'd hands o'er it
raised; For his father lay before him low-it was Caur-de-Lion” gazed ! And silently he strove with the workings of his breast; But there's more in late repentant love than steel may keep suppressed! And his tears brake forth, at last, like rain,-men held their breath in
awe, For his face was seen by his warrior train, and he recked not that they
saw, He looked upon the dead, and sorrow seemed to lie, A weight of sorrow, even like lead, pale on thc fast-shut eye. He stooped and kissed the frozen cheek, and the heavy hand of clay, Till bursting words-yet all too weak-gave his soul's passion way. “0, father! is it vain, this late remorse and deep? Speak to me, father! once again !-1 weep-behold, I weep! Alas! my guilty pride and ire! were but this work undone, I would give England's crown, my sire, to hear thee bless thy son! 1 Fontevraud, (Fong-te-vro) a village in France. 2 Coeur-de-Lion, that is, lion-hearted, Richard was so called for his bravery.
"Speak to me:-mighty grief ere now the dust hath stirred:
1. Why was Henry II. called Planta- of Fontevraud, where the king lay in genet?
state. 2. Where and when was he born?
11. Describe the mail-clad warrior who 3. When did he ascend the throne ? entered the church.
4. When did he die, and how long did 12. Who was he, and what brought him he reign?
there? 5. What embittered the latter part of 13. What would he have given to obtain his reign?
his father's blessing and forgiveness ? 6. Name his four sons, and say what i 14. What does he say on beholding his came of them.
father's gray hairs ? 7. What stipulation had he to agree to, 15. How does he speak of his father as when he was forced to treat with his own a king ? son Richard ?
I 16. Explain to me the last line. 8. What seemed to break his heart? 17. Can these children expect God's 9. What was his son Richard called ? blessing who bring down their father's 10. Describe the scene in the church | gray hairs with sorrow to the grave?