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Sometimes then a stronger anguish, and more cruel,
weighed upon her, That through all those years of waiting, he had
slowly learnt the truth ; He had known himself mistaken, but that, bound
to her in honour, He renounced his life, to pay her for the patience
of her youth.
But a star was slowly rising from that mist of grief,
and brighter Grew her eyes, for each slow hour surer comfort
seemed to bring; And she watched with strange sad smiling, how her
trembling hands grew slighter, And how thin her slender finger, and how large
And the tears dropped slowly on it, as she kissed
that golden token With a deeper love, it may be, than was in the
And remembering Philip’s fancy, that so long ago
was spoken, Thought her Ring's bright angel guardian had
stayed near her to the last.
Grieving sorely, grieving truly, with a tender care
and sorrow, Philip watched the slow, sure fading of his gentle
patient wife; Could he guess with what a yearning she was long
ing for the morrow, Could he guess the bitter knowledge that had
wearied her of life?
Now with violets strewn upon her, Mildred lies in
peaceful sleeping; All unbound her long, bright tresses, and her
throbbing heart at rest, And the cold, blue rays of moonlight, through the
open casement creeping, Show the ring upon her finger, and her hands
crossed on her breast.
Peace at last. Of peace eternal is her calm sweet
smile a token. Has some angel lingering near her let a radiant
promise fall ? Has he told her Heaven unites again the links that
Earth has broken? For on Earth so much is needed, but in Heaven
Love is all !
1. 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
To censure all with scornful eyes,
Something that he dare despise.
But for one who stands apart,
Stirred by nought that can befall,
Trust him least and last of all.
II. FROM “ PHANTASTES.”
HAVE a bitter Thought, a Snake
I strove to cast it far away,
It crawled back to my heart again.
It was in vain to live or strive,
To think or sleep, to work or pray;
And so I let it have its way.
Thus said I, “ I shall never fall
Into a false and dreaming peace,
For now the pain can never cease.”