"Come joy, come sorrow, we together "Save in one common tomb. "So God hath joined us to be "To each a solace and a mate, “Earth's friendships-loves beyond-for we "Are sacred ev'n from Fate!' "Hast thou not said those very words?"And now!-and now !" His heart Nor further speech, nor breath accords; And falling on that gloomy breast And high, and pale, and motionless, No varying nerve or hue express What Pride or Hate forbids to speak; And dark and darker grows the night, As the winds awake, and the Water Sprite And the heavy drops from the gathering cloud And the crest of their haughtiest chief is bowed And the gloom, and the night, and the solitude, Were their witness and watch in the dreary wood. And when they gain'd their distant cot, The Twins were reconciled. They arrived at the lonely door, With the light at the lattice burning; And Mary came out, in joy once more To welcome her guests returning : * For the hour was late, and the storm was drear, And Mary was ever a fool to fear. Besides, (may Heaven forgive the thought!) A knife, that in the Brothers' room And this with that knit brow of gloom, As the hours passed, nor homeward yet Their welcome forms the threshold crossing; Of Chang seemed bowed, and tamed, and mixed With something of that gentler mien, Which wont on Ching's light brow be seen. But Ching's gay laugh and voice were mute, The exhausted frame, or labouring mind, And you might mark, yet lingering there, Whate'er aroused suspicion guest. They sate at the nightly board, And Mary prest the cheer; And her father's voice with a merrier sound Than of wont, came on the ear; And the generous wine which he long had stored But the airy heart of the buoyant Ching And Chang nor eat, nor spake, nor took His droop'd eye from the board, save by A hurried and a stolen look To her, who watched them wistfully. Still at that look his breath heaved thickly, And his pulse beat feverishly and quickly. Not much they needed to be prest, To yield to Mary's gentle prayer, No longer to protract the rest Which should their wearied strength repair They are now in their quiet room, They are now on their couch reclining; S And only through the broken gloom One waning lamp is shining. But Chang yet wakes, his lips are stirred Now tones of grief, and now of shame, And now fair Mary's holy name, Of thought awakes a purer source. These were the last words which he breathed, Ere, snake-like, slumber round him wreathed, And lock'd him in her 'numbing fold— "Tis past-it was-it was control'd! "And we are saved!-and if for me, "No hope can dawn-I yet may hover "Around her blessed path-and He 66 O joy! O joy!-he doth not love her!” END OF CHAPTER I. BOOK IV. |