It has swept through the gloomy forest,

Where the sledge was urged to its speed,

Where the howling wolves were rushing

On the track of the panting steed.

Where the pool was black and lonely,

It caught up a splash and a cry, Only the bleak sky heard it,

And the wind as it hurried by. Hark to the voice of the wind!

Then throw more logs on the fire,

Since the air is bleak and cold,

LET me count my treasures,

All my soul holds dear, Given me by dark spirits

Whom I used to fear.

Through long days of anguish, And sad nights, did Pain Forge my shield, Endurance, Bright and free from stain!

Doubt, in misty caverns,

'Mid dark horrors sought, Till my peerless jewel,

Faith, to me she brought.

Sorrow, that I wearied

Should remain so long, Wreathed my starry glory, The bright Crown of Song.

Strife, that racked my spirit Without hope or rest,

Shine, ye stars of heaven,
On the rolling years!
See how Time, consoling,
Dries the saddest tears,
Bids the darkest storm-clouds
Pass in gentle rain,
While upspring in glory
Flowers and dreams again!

Shine, ye stars of heaven,
On a world of fear!
See how Time, avenging,
Bringeth judgment here:
Weaving ill-won honors
To a fiery crown;

WAITING.

"WHEREFORE dwell so sad and lonely

By the desolate sea-shore, With the melancholy surges Beating at your cottage door?

"You shall dwell beside the castle

Shadowed by our ancient trees;

And your life shall pass on gently,

Cared for, and in rest and ease."