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The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
Ay, call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod !
THE VAUDOIS WIFE. [The wife of a Vaudois leader, in an attack made on one of their hamlets, received a mortal wound, and died in her husband's arms, exhorting him to courage and endurance.]
Thy voice is in mine ear, beloved !
Thy look is in my heart,
And yet I must depart.
Too precious is its chain,
Yet vain—though mighty-vain!
Thou seest mine eye grow dim, beloved !
Thou seest my life-blood flow.
And calmly let me go.
The shadowy gulf must lie,
Still, still, Eternity.
Alas! thy tears are on my cheek,
My spirit they detain;
Is wrung that burning rain.
The bitter conflict, less ;
To feel thy love's excess.
But calm thee! Let the thought of death
A solemn peace restore !
Would speak to thee once more,
Through years of aster-life; A token of consoling love
Even from this hour of strife.
I bless thee for the noble heart,
The tender, and the true,
That e'er fond woman's knew;
For my own, my treasured share,
In thy sorrow, in thy prayer.
I bless thee for kind looks and words
Showered 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,
To perish by thy side;
Even to these moments given;
The trust of mine to lleaven?
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.
Were dark upon the sky,
To suffer and to die.
Be strong! I leave the living voice
Of this, my martyred blood,
With the torrent's foaming flood.
A token on the air,
The fainting from despair.
Hear it, and bear thou on, my love!
Ay, joyously endure !
Inviolate and pure ;
With the worship of the free;
MESSAGE TO THE DEAD.
Thou’rt passing hence, my brother!
Oh! my earliest friend, farewell!
In a lonely home to dwell ;
And from the household-tree,
The brightness goes with thee.
Thou’rt speeding to the shore
Shall smite the soul no more.
The lost on earth and main;
Thou wilt be bound again.
That yet his name is heard
Passed, like a swift, bright bird.
The light of his exulting brow,
The visions of his glee,
That smile again to see.
The rose, cut down in spring,
With lays she loved to sing,
Tender, and sadly sweet:
Once more that gaze to meet.
That in the paths he trod,
Yet walks, and worships God.
Rests on my soul like dew,
Once more his face to view.
And tell our gentle mother,
That on her grave I pour
As on her breast of yore.
Our glad and bright will see !
Ere long, with them and thee ! MRS. HEMANS.
ONLY ONE NIGHT AT SEA.
“ Only one night at sea,”
'T was thus the promise ran, By frail, presumptuous mortal given,
To vain, confiding man; “Only one night at sea,
And land shall bless thy sight, When morning's rays dispel
The shadows of that night."
The pledge has been received,
The vessel leaves the shore, Bearing the beautiful and brave,
Who ne'er shall greet us more; And every heart beats high,
As bounding o'er the wave, The gallant bark moves on
To bear them to their grave.
beams of day Before the darkness flee, And gloomy night comes slowly on,
That “only night at sea." The watch upon the deck
Their weary vigils keep, And countless stars look down
In beauty o'er the deep.
Within that stately boat
The prattler's voice is still,
Unheeding of the ill;
Is wrapped in deep repose,
Forgetful of his woes.
But, hark ! that fearful sound,
That wild appalling cry, That wakes the sleepers from their dreams,
And rouses them—to die : Ah, who shall tell the hopes
That rose, so soon to flee; The good resolves destroyed
By that “one night at sea !"
That hour hath passed away,
The morning's beams are bright, As if they met no record there
Of that all-fearful night;
To far eternity,
In that “one night at sea.'