Every word, weighed down by sorrow, fell more

tenderly and slowly

This, which now beheld their parting, should have been their wedding-day.

Should have been: her dreams of childhood, never straying, never faltering,

Still had needed Philip's image to make future life complete;

Philip's young hopes of ambition, ever changing, ever altering,

Needed Mildred's gentle presence even to make

successes sweet.

This day should have seen their marriage; the calm crowning and assurance

Of two hearts, fulfilling rather, and not changing, either life:

Now they must be rent asunder, and her heart must learn endurance,

For he leaves their home, and enters on a world

of work and strife.

But her gentle spirit long had learnt, unquestioning, submitting,

To revere his youthful longings, and to marvel at

the fate

That gave such a humble office, all unworthy and unfitting,

To the genius of the village, who was born for something great.

When the learned Traveller came there who had gained renown at college,

Whose abstruse research had won him even European fame,

Questioned Philip, praised his genius, marvelled at his self-taught knowledge,

Could she murmur if he called him up to London and to fame?

Could she waver when he bade her take the burden

of decision,

Since his troth to her was plighted, and his life

was now her own?

Could she doom him to inaction? could she, when

a newborn vision

Rose in glory for his future, check it for her sake alone?

So her little trembling fingers, that had toiled with such fond pleasure,

Paused, and laid aside, and folded the unfinished

wedding gown;

Faltering earnestly assurance, that she too could, in

her measure,

Prize for him the present honour, and the future's

sure renown.

Now they pace the shady lime-walk, now the last words must be spoken,

Words of trust, for neither dreaded more than waiting and delay;

Was not Love still called eternal-could a plighted vow be broken ?-

See the crimson light of sunset fades in purple

mist away.

"Yes, my Mildred," Philip told her, "one calm

Thought of joy and blessing,

Like a guardian spirit by me, through the world's tumultuous stir,

Still will spread its wings above me, and now urging, now repressing,

With

my Mildred's voice will murmur thoughts of home, and love, and her.

"It will charm my peaceful leisure, sanctify my daily toiling,

With a right none else possesses, touching my heart's inmost string;

And to keep its pure wings spotless I shall fly the world's touch, soiling

Even in thought this Angel Guardian of my Mildred's Wedding Ring.

"Take it, dear; this little circlet is the first link, strong and holy,

Of a life-long chain, and holds me from all other

love apart;

Till the day when you may wear it as my wife-my own-mine wholly

Let me know it rests for ever near the beating of your heart."

Dawn of day saw Philip speeding on his road to the Great City,

Thinking how the stars gazed downward just with Mildred's patient eyes;

Dreams of work, and fame, and honour struggling with a tender pity,

Till the loving Past receding saw the conquering Future rise.

Daybreak still found Mildred watching, with the wonder of first sorrow,

How the outward world unaltered shone the

same this very day;

How unpitying and relentless busy life met this

new morrow,

Earth, and sky, and man unheeding that her joy

had passed away.