Many a heart that left its country, XXXIV. In that sad and silent evening, That my heart ached too that night, For the yearning love, that, gazing, Strained to see the last faint sight Of the great ship, sailing westward, Down the track of evening light. XXXV. None were lonely though, one sorrow Drew that evening heart to heart; Only far from all the others One lone woman stood apart. There was something in the figure, That forlorn and helpless air; XXXVI. It was Milly: ere I sought her, They were strong; in that far country Pressed her often, and been kind; XXXVII. "Michael, too, was with them: doubly Had his fame been cleared by time; For the murderer, lately dying, Had confessed and owned the crime: And yet Milly, none knew wherefore, Broke her plighted troth to him; Parted, too, with all her loved ones For some strange and selfish whim."... O, my heart was sore for Milly, And I felt my eyes grow dim. XXXVIII. She is still in Ireland; dwelling XXXIX. There is no distress or sorrow There is never fever raging But you always find her near: The fancies of my twilights The plans of joyful futures; The hopes that died unuttered I looked at all the castles That rise to grace the land, And now you see it shattered, It lies, a dreary ruin, I cannot build another, I saw that one decay ; Yet still, beside that ruin, With hopes as deep and fond, PER PACEM AD LUCEM. DO not ask, O Lord, that life may be I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me Aught of its load; I do not ask that flowers should always spring Beneath my feet; I know too well the poison and the sting Of things too sweet. 404 For one thing only, Lord, dear Lord, I plead, Though strength should falter, and though heart should bleed Through Peace to Light. I do not ask, O Lord, that thou shouldst shed Give but a ray of peace, that I may tread I do not ask my cross to understand, Better in darkness just to feel Thy hand Joy is like restless day; but peace divine Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine, A LEGEND. I. HE Monk was preaching: strong his earnest word, From the abundance of his heart he spoke, And the flame spread, in every soul that heard Sorrow and love and good resolve awoke : |