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"I am lonely-I am lonely! this rest is even as

death! Let me hear again the ringing spears, and the bat

tle-trumpet's breath; Let me see the fiery charger foam, and the royal

banner waveBut where art thou, my brother ? where?—in thy low

and early grave!”

And louder swell'd the songs of joy through that vic

torious night, And faster flow'd the red wine forth, by the stars'

and torches' light; But low and deep, amidst the mirth, was heard the

conqueror's moanMy brother! oh! my brother! best and bravest !

thou art gone!”




Clasp me a little longer, on the brink

of fate! while I can feel thy dear caress :
And when this heart hath ceased to beat, oh! think-

And let it mitigate thy woe's excess

That thou to me hast been all tenderness,
And friend, to more than human friendship just.

Oh! by that retrospect of happiness,
And by the hopes of an immortal trust,
God shall assuage thy pangs, when I am laid in dust.

Gertrude of Wyoming.

The voice is in mine ear, beloved !

Thy look is in my heart,
Thy bosom is my resting-place,

And yet I must depart.
Earth on my soul is strong - too .strong-

Too precious is its chain,
All woven of thy love, dear friend,

Yet vain—though mighty -vain!

Thou seest mine eye grow dim, beloved !

Thou seest my life-blood flow. -
Bow to the chastener silently,

And calmly let me go!

The wife of a Vaudois leader, in one of the attacks made on the Protestant hamlets, received a mortal wound, and died in her husband's arms, exhorting him to courage and endurance. A little while between our hearts

The shadowy gulf must lie,
Yet have we for their communing

Still, still Eternity !

Alas! thy tears are on my cheek,

My spirit they detain ;
I know that from thine agony

Is wrung that burning rain.
Best, kindest, weep not ;-make the pang,

The bitter conflict, lessOh! sad it is, and yet a joy,

To feel thy love's excess!

But calm thee! Let the thought of death

A solemn peace restore !
The voice that must be silent soon,

Would speak to thee once more,
That thou may'st bear its blessings on

Through years of after lifeA token of consoling love,

Even from this hour of strife.

I bless thee for the noble heart,

The tender, and the true,
Where mine hath found the happiest rest

That e'er fond woman's knew ;
I bless thee, faithful friend and guide,

For my own, my treasured share,
In the mournful secrets of thy soul,

In thy sorrow, in thy prayer.



I bless thee for kind looks and words

Shower'd on my path like dew,
For all the love in those deep eyes

A gladness ever new!
For the voice which ne'er to mine replied

But in kindly tones of cheer;
For every spring of happiness

My soul hath tasted here !

I bless thee for the last rich boon

Won from affection tried,
The right to gaze on death with thee,

To perish by thy side!
And yet more for the glorious hope

Even to these moments given –
Did not thy spirit ever lift

The trust of mine to Heaven?

Now be thou strong ? Oh! knew we not

Our path must lead to this ?
A shadow and a trembling still

Were mingled with our bliss !
We plighted our young hearts when storms

Were dark upon the sky,
In full, deep knowledge of their task

To suffer and to die!

Be strong! I leave the living voice

Of this, my martyr'd blood,
With the thousand echoes of the hills,

With the torrent's foaming flood,-
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A spirit ’midst the caves to dwell,

A token on the air,
To rouse the valiant from repose,

The fainting from despair.

Hear it, and bear thou on, my love!

Ay, joyously endure !
Our mountains must be altars yet,

Inviolate and pure;
There must our God be worshipp'd still

With the worship of the freeFarewell! there's but one pang in death,

One only,- leaving thee!


All my pretty ones!

Did you say all ?


Let us make medicine of this great revenge,
To cure this deadly grief!


My battle-vow !—no minster walls

Gave back the burning word,
Nor cross nor shrine the low deep tone

Of smother'd vengeance heard ;
But the ashes of a ruin'd home

Thrillid as it sternly rose, With the mingling voice of blood that shook

The midnight's dark repose.

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