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Warm with a rapture not its own,
The heart of woman feels ! As she who by Samaria's wall
The Saviour's errand soughtAs those who with the fervent Paul
And meek Aquila wrought :
Or those meek ones whose martyrdom
Rome's gathered grandeur saw: Or those who in their Alpine home
Braved the Crusader's war,
Through all its vales of death,
From woman's failing breath.
Which o'er our spirits pass,
Or vapors o'er a glass,
Of music or of shade,
And merciful is made.
Oh, then, if gleams of truth and light
Flash o'er thy waiting mind, Unfolding to thy mental sight
The wants of human kind;
The earnest wish is known
An anguish not thine own;
Or outward sign or show :
Though dropping, as the manna fell,
Unseen, yet from above,
Thy Father's call of love !
MY SOUL AND I.
Stand still, my soul, the silent dark
I would question thee,
With God and me!
What, my soul, was thy errand here?
Was it mirth or ease,
“Nay, none of these ?”
Speak, soul, aright in his holy sight
Whose eye looks still
6. To do his will !”
What hast thou done, oh soul of mine,
That thou tremblest so ? Hast thou wrought his task, and kept the line
He bade thee go ?
What, silent all !-art sad of cheer ?
Art fearful now ? When God seemed far and meu were near
How brave wert thou ?
Aha! tlou tremblest !well I see
Thou’rt craven grown.
To stand alone ?
Summon thy sunshine bravery back
Oh, wretched sprite!
For God and Man,
Ah, soul of mine, thy tones I hear,
But weak and low,
They come and go.
“ I have wrestled stoutly with the Wrong,
And borne the Right
To life and light.
“ Wherever Freedom shivered a chain,
God speed, quoth I;
gave the lie.”
Ah, soul of mine! ah, soul of mine!
Thy deeds are well : Were they wrought for Truth's sake or for thine ? My soul, pray
Beneath the sky,
No gain have I.”
Go to, go to !—for thy very self
Thy deeds were done:
Your end is one!
And where art thou going, soul of mine ?
Canst see the end ?
Evermore doth tend ?
What daunts thee now ?-what shakes thee 30 ?
My sad soul say. " I see a cloud like a curtain low
Hang o'er my way.
That cloud hangs black,
Across my track.
“I see its shadow coldly enwrap
The souls before.
To return no more.
They shrink, they shudder, dear God! they kneel,
To thee in prayer.
They shut their eyes on the cloud, but feel
That it still is there.
“ In vain they turn from the dread Before
To the Known and Gone;
Their feet glide on.
“Yet, at times, I see upon sweet pale faces
Á light begin
And shrines within.
" And at times methinks their cold lips move
With hymn and prayer,
And hope were there.
“ I call on the souls who have left the light
To reveal their lot;
And they answer not.
And the cry of fear,
Each drop a tear!
I am moving thither:
God pity me !WHITHER ?"
In the life-storm loud,
In the sunlit crowd !
Now standing apart with God and
Thou art weakness all,
Through Death's dread wall.
But never for this, never for this
Was thy being lent;
Like his merriment.
Folly and Fear are sisters twain :
One closing her eyes,
With spectral lies.
Whate'er thou fearest;
Whate'er thou hearest.