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I. FROM "LAVATER."
RUST him little who doth raise
To one height both great and small, And sets the sacred crown of praise, Smiling, on the head of all.
Trust him less who looks around
And in everything has found
But for one who stands apart,
With a cold indifferent heart,—
II. FROM "PHANTASTES."
HAVE a bitter Thought, a Snake That used to sting my life to pain. I strove to cast it far away, But every night and every day It crawled back to my heart again.
It was in vain to live or strive,
To think or sleep, to work or pray;
Thus said I, "I shall never fall
And then awake, with sudden start,
To feel it biting at my heart, For now the pain can never cease."
But I gained more; for I have found
Must always, always find a part,
Deep in the centre of my heart,
Which it can never wound or harm.
It is coiled round my heart to-day.
It sleeps at times, this cruel snake, And while it sleeps it never stings :— Hush! let us talk of other things,
Lest it should hear me and awake.
III. FROM "LOST ALICE."
! ES, dear, our Love is slain; In the cold grave for evermore it lies, Never to wake again, Or light our sorrow with its starry eyes: And so—regret is vain.
One hour of pain and dread,
With the false words we said;
Silent, and cold, and dead.
We should have seen it shine
To touch that life divine,
Save only thine and mine.
No longing can restore
And vainly we deplore
Between us evermore.
IV. FROM * * *
*ITHIN the kingdom of my Soul I bid you enter, Love, to-day; Submit my life to your control, And give my Heart up to your sway.
My Past, whose light and life is flown,
One only thought remains apart,
A haunted Chamber:—long ago