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And from that hour did I with earnest

thought Heap knowledge from forbidden mines of

lore; Yet nothing that my tyrants knew or taught I cared to learn, but from that secret store Wrought linked armour for my soul, before It might walk forth to war among mankind; Thus power and hope were strengthened

more and more Within me, till there came upon my mind A sense of loneliness, a thirst with which I


Alas, that love should be a blight and snare To those who seek all sympathies in one !Such once I sought in vain; then black

despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone :Yet never found I one not false to me, Hard hearts, and cold, like weights of icy

stone Which crushed and withered mine, that could

not be Aught but a lifeless clog, until revived by thee.

Thou Friend, whose presence on my wintry

heart Fell, like bright Spring upon some herbless

plain, How beautiful and calm and free thou wert In thy young wisdom, when the mortal chain Of Custom thou didst burst and rend in twain, And walked as free as light the clouds among, Which many an envious slave then breathed

in vain From his dim dungeon, and my spirit sprung To meet thee from the woes which had begirt it


No more alone through the world's wilder

ness, Although I trod the paths of high intent, I journeyed now: no more companionless, Where solitude is like despair, I went.There is the wisdom of a stern content When Poverty can blight the just and good, When Infamy dares mock the innocent, And cherished friends turn with the multi

tude To trample: this was ours, and we unshaken


Now has descended a serener hour,
And with inconstant fortune friends return;
Tho' suffering leaves the knowledge and the

power Which says:-Let scorn be not repaid with

scorn. And from thy side two gentle babes are born To fill our home with smiles, and thus are we Most fortunate beneath life's beaming morn;

And these delights, and thou, have been to me The parents of the Song I consecrate to thee.

Is it that now my inexperienced fingers
But strike the prelude of a loftier strain ?

Or must the lyre on which my spirit lingers Soon pause in silence, ne'er to sound again, Though it might shake the Anarch Custom's

reign, And charm the minds of men to Truth's own


Holier than was Amphion's? I would fain

Reply in hope—but I am worn away, And Death and Love are yet contending for

their prey.


And what art thou?

I know, but dare not


Time may interpret to his silent years.
Yet in the paleness of thy thoughtful cheek,
And in the light thine ample forehead wears,
And in thy sweetest smiles, and in thy tears,
And in thy gentle speech, a prophecy
Is whispered, to subdue my fondest fears :

And through thine eyes, even in thy soul I see A lamp of vestal fire burning internally.

12. They say that thou wert lovely from thy

birth, Of glorious parents, thou aspiring Child. I wonder not-for One then left this earth Whose life was like a setting planet mild, Which clothed thee in the radiance undefiled Of its departing glory; still her fame Shines on thee, thro’ the tempests dark and

wild Which shake these latter days; and thou

canst claim The shelter, from thy Sire, of an immortal 13. One voice came forth from many a mighty


spirit, Which was the echo of three thousand years; And the tumultuous world stood mute to

hear it, As some lone man who in a desert hears The music of his home :-unwonted fears Fell on the pale oppressors of our race; And Faith, and Custom, and low-thoughted

cares, Like thunder-stricken dragons, for a space Left the torn human heart, their food and


14. Truth's deathless voice pauses among man

kind! If there must be no response to my cryIf men must rise and stamp with fury blind On his pure name who loves them,—thou

and I, Sweet friend ! can look from our tranquillity Like lamps into the world's tempestuous

night, Two tranquil stars, while clouds are passing

by Which wrap them from the foundering sea

man's sight, That burn from year to year with unextin

guished light.

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1. WHEN the last hope of trampled France had

failed Like a brief dream of unremaining glory, From visions of despair I rose, and scaled The peak of an aërial promontory, . Whose caverned base with the vexed surge

was hoary; And saw the golden dawn break forth, and

waken Each cloud, and every wave :-but transitory The calm : for sudden, the firm earth was

shaken, As if by the last wreck its frame were over



So as I stood, one blast of muttering thunder Burst in far peals along the waveless deep,

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