Spread warmly forth, and seem to melt She hears a woman's voice within, Singing sweet words her childhood knew, And years of misery and sin Furl off, and leave her heaven blue. Her freezing heart, like one who sinks Old fields, and clear blue summer days, Old faces, all the friendly past Enhaloed by a mild, warm glow, She hears old footsteps wandering slow Outside the porch before the door, Next morning something heavily A smile upon the wan lips told That she had found a calm release, And that, from out the want and cold, The song had borne her soul in peace. For, whom the heart of man shuts out, And one of his great charities Far was she from her childhood's home, To die in maiden innocence. MIDNIGHT. THE moon shines white and silent On the mist, which, like a tide Of some enchanted ocean, O'er the wide marsh doth glide, Spreading its ghost-like billows Silently far and wide. A vague and starry magic The fireflies o'er the meadow The dreaming cock doth crow. All things look strange and mystic, The very bushes swell And take wild shapes and motions, As if beneath a spell, They seem not the same lilacs From childhood known so well. The snow of deepest silence O'er everything doth fall, 1842. So beautiful and quiet, And rest were come to all. O, wild and wondrous midnight, And give it some faint glimpses A PRAYER. GOD! do not let my loved-one die, Enough to enter thy pure clime, O, let her stay! She is by birth What I through death must learn to be, We need her more on our poor earth, Than thou canst need in heaven with thee: She hath her wings already, I Must burst this earth-shell ere I fly. Then, God, take me! We shall be near, |