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Untainted from the earth, as Christ's, to soar,
And add two spirits more

To that dread band seraphic, that doth lie
Beneath the Almighty's eye;-.

Glorious the thought-yet ah! my babes, ah! still
A father's heart ye fill;

Though cold ye lie in earth-though gentle death Hath suck'd your balmy breath,

And the last kiss which your fair cheeks I gave
Is buried in yon grave.

No tears-no tears—I wish them not again;
To die for them was gain,

Ere Doubt, or Fear, or Woe, or act of Sin
Had marr'd God's light within.

--E cælo descendit γνῶθι σεαυτόν.—Juvenal.

Γνῶθι σεαυτὸν !—and is this the prime

And heaven-sprung adage of the olden time !--Say, canst thou make thyself?---Learn first that trade ;--

Haply thou mayst know what thyself had made. What hast thou, Man, that thou dar'st call thine

own ?--

What is there in thee, Man, that can be known?-
Dark fluxion, all unfixable by thought,

A phantom dim of past and future wrought,
Vain sister of the worm,---life, death, soul, clod—
Ignore thyself, and strive to know thy God!

Beareth all things.-2 Cor. xiii, 7.

GENTLY I took that which ungently came,
And without scorn forgave :---Do thou the same.
A wrong done to thee think a cat's eye spark
Thou wouldst not see, were not thine own heart


Thine own keen sense of wrong that thirsts for sin,
Fear that the spark self-kindled from within,
Which blown upon will blind thee with its glare,
Or smother'd stifle thee with noisome air.
Clap on the extinguisher, pull up the blinds,
And soon the ventilated spirit finds
Its natural daylight. If a foe have kenn'd,
Or worse than foe, an alienated friend,

A rib of dry rot in thy ship's stout side,
Think it God's message, and in humble pride
With heart of oak replace it;-thine the gains-
Give him the rotten timber for his pains!


GOD's child in Christ adopted,---Christ my all,--What that earth boasts were not lost cheaply,


Than forfeit that blest name, by which I call

The Holy One, the Almighty God, my Father?---
Father! in Christ we live, and Christ in Thee---
Eternal Thou, and everlasting we.

The heir of heaven, henceforth I fear not death:
In Christ I live! in Christ I draw the breath
Of the true life !---Let then earth, sea, and sky
Make war against me! On my front I show
Their mighty master's seal.

In vain they try
To end my life, that can but end its woe.---
Is that a death-bed where a Christian lies ?---
Yes! but not his---'tis Death itself there dies.


STOP, Christian Passer-by !---Stop, child of God,
And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod
A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he.---
O, lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C.;
That he who many a year with toil of breath
Found death in life, may here find life in death!
Mercy for praise---to be forgiven for fame
He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou
the same!

9th November, 1833




MARQUIS VALDEZ, father to the two brothers, and Dona

TERESA's guardian.

DON ALVAR, the eldest son.

DON ORDONIO, the youngest son.

MONVIEDRO, a Dominican and inquisitor.

ZULIMEZ, the faithful attendant on ALVAR.

ISIDORE, a Moresco chieftain, ostensibly a Christian
Familiars of the Inquisition.


Moors, Servants, &c.

DOÑA TERESA, an orphan heiress.


Time---The reign of PHILIP II., just at the close of the civil wars against the Moors, and during the heat of the persecution which raged against them, shortly after the edict which forbade the wearing of Moresco apparel under pain of death.


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