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Which forced me to begin my tale ;
And then it left me free.

And over


Since then, at an uncertain hour, show.shoe That agony returns : life , an ago. And till my ghastly tale is told,

This heart within me burns.

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I pass like night from land to land;
I have strange power of speech;
That moment that his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me :
To him my tale I teach.

What loud uproar bursts from that door !
The wedding-guests are there :
But in the garden bower the bride
And bridemaids singing are :
And hark the little vesper bell
Which biddeth me to prayer !

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wide sea;

O wedding-guest! this soul hath been
Alone on a wide,
So lonely 't was, that God himself
Scarce seemed there be.

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sweeter than the marriage-feast,
T is sweeter far to me
To walk together to the kirk
With a goodly company !

To walk together to the kirk, -
And all together pray,
While each to his great Father bends,
Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
And youths and maidens gay!



Farewell, farewell ! but this I tell
To thee, thou wedding-guest !
He prayeth well who loveth well
Both man, and bird, and beast.

And to trach, by wie own exam. ple, love and reverence to all things that God mada and loveth.

He prayeth best who loveth best
All things both great and small ;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.

The mariner, whose eye is bright,
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone : and now the wedding-guest
Turned from the bridegroom's door.
He went like one that hath been stunned
And is of sense forlorn :
A sadder and a wiser man
He rose the morrow morn.

MIRABEAU. – Sterling.

Not oft has peopled Earth sent up

So deep and wide a groan before,
As when the word astounded France,

66 The life of Mirabeau is o'er !”
From its one heart a nation wailed ;

For well the startled sense divined
A greater power had fled away

Than aught that now remained behind.


The scathed and haggard face of will,

And look so strong with weaponed thought,
Had been to many million hearts

The All between themselves and naught;

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And so they st. od aghast and pale,

As if to see the azure sky
Come shattering down, and show beyond

The black and bare Infinity.

For he, while all men trembling peered

Upon the Future's empty space,
Had strength to bid above the void

The oracle unveil its face ;
And when his voice could rule no more,

A thicker weight of darkness fell,
And tombed in its sepulchral vault

The wearied master of he spell.

A myriad hands like shadows weak,

Or stiff and sharp as bestial claws,
Had sought to steer the fluctuant mass

That bore his country's life and laws ;
The rudder felt his giant hand,

And quailed beneath the living grasp
That now must drop the helm of Fate,

Nor pleasure's cup can madly clasp.

France did not reck how fierce a storm

Of rending passion, blind and grim,
Had ceased its audible uproar

When death sank heavily on him ;
Nor heeded they the countless days

Of toiling smoke and blasting flame,
That now by this one final hour

Were summed for him as guilt and shame.

The wondrous life that flowed so long,

A stream of all commixtures vile,
Had seemed for them in morning light

With gold and crystal waves to smile.


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It rolled with nighty breadth and sound

A new crestion through the land, Then sudden vanished into earth,

And left a barren waste of sand.


To them at first the world appeared

Aground, and lying shipwrecked there, And freedom's folded flag no more

With dazzling sun-burst filled the air; But 't is in after years for men

A sadder and a greater thing, To muse upon the inward heart

Of him who lived the People's King.

O wasted strength! O light and calm

And better hopes so vainly given! Like rain upon the herbless sea

Poured down by too benignant Heaven.
We see not stars unfixed by winds,

Or lost in aimless thunder-peals ;
But man's large soul, the star supreme,

In guideless whirl how oft it reels!

The mountain hears the torrent dash,

But rocks will not in billows run ;
No eagle's talons rend away


that joyous drink ihe sun: Yet man, by choice and purpose weak,

Upon his own devoted head Calls down the flash, as if its fires

A crown of peaceful glory shed.

Alas!-- Yet wherefore mourn? The law

Is holier than a sage's prayer; The godlike power bestowed on men

Demands of them a godlike care;

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And noblest gifts, if basely used,

Will sternliest avenge the wrong,
And grind with slavish pangs the slave

Whom once they made divinely strong.

The lamp, that, 'mid the sacred cell,

On heavenly forms its glory sheds,
Untended dies, and in the gloom

A poisonous vapor glimmering spreads
It shines and flares, and reeling ghosts

Enormous through the twilight swell,
Till o'er the withered world and heart

Rings loud and slow the dooming knell.


No more I hear a nation's shout

Around the hero's tread prevailing,
No more I hear above his tomb

A nation's fierce, bewildered wailing;
I stand amid the silent night,

And think of man and all his woe
With fear and pity, grief ani awe,

When I remember Mirab au.

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