Miscellaneous. 91 FORGIVEN. 'And clasp a sudden hand in mine."- Tennyson. (F the impossible could ever be, And in the waste of life thy faithful hand THE PORTRAIT. OW rich am I who am possessed of this, And smoothe those wanton tresses to their place. And those twin fountains of pure light-thine eyes— Are breathing forth the deep thoughts of thine heart, Where, all unseen, thy richest treasure lies. Heaven guard and guide and bless thee, dear, my love, And lead thee thro' this world to worlds above. FRIENDLY WORDS. H! friend, whose tender words drop gently down, As dews of evening upon wayside flowers, 'Tis men like thee redeem this world of ours. And now I feel in stature to have grown, While my awaken'd soul puts forth her powers New harness'd for the battle. Thou hast shewn Me, erewhile fainting, that not all alone I fight life's combat, that th' Eternal dowers That howsoe'er we walk thro' this world's mire, This is our heritage-e'en mine and thine- BEATRICE CENCI. [From a Painting by Guido]. HY gazest thou so mournfully in my face? I cannot give thee help, thou beauteous thing, Poor dove with rifled nest, and broken wing, In this wide earth for thee no resting place, But that dark house to which our sick souls cling, The grave! which brings man's best imagining Sweet quiet, endless calm. Kind Death's embrace Was welcome to thee, fairest of thy race; And oh most wretched, pierced by sorrow's sting, So foully murdererd! May great Heaven's King Requite thee for thy piteous evil case, And o'er thy every wrong His pardon fling. Nay, look not on me, or my heart will break, I cannot help thee girl, nor vengeance take. Miscellaneous. 93 GRATITUDE. NSKILL'D am I in flattery's pleasing lore, Brightens the pathway, tho' through deserts dread. With the refreshing kindness of thy face, Scorn not the Muse, for tho' her song be poor INGRA INGRATITUDE. NGRATITUDE, base offspring of deceit, From which it strives to free itself in vain : O, wisest man! thou speakest words of sooth, VANQUISHED ENVY. OGS bay the moon. Yet holds she on her way Till from its life serene such light is shed, J THE LOOK ELOQUENT. NEED no pictured likeness of thy face, This volume eloquent; where manly grace May turn and bless the babes in glad surprise Miscellaneous. 95 J A DREAM OF FLOWERS. DREAMED last night a nosegay of spring flowers And fragrant violets seemed blooming there ; Of fitful sunshine, beautiful as rare. I did not see the hand which thus had laid, Angel and flowrets back to Heaven had gone, THE THREE SISTERS. [From Michael Angelo's Painting]. WEIRD mystic sisters, now some life is done, And the wide open'd shears will cut the thread While Youth or Beauty joins the silent dead. See Clotho pauses, who the distaff spun, To glare upon her sister, in whose eyes The cruel light of her dark purpose lies. Oh! not by looks appealing art thou won, Relentless fate thine office is begun, And the pale watcher who with earnest guise, Stretches the thread upon her pitying hands, While for a moment's grace her sad face cries But vain the prayer--and so, the shining shears, |