But the men at sea did that night agree Margret, Margret. XXvt. A knight's bloodhound and he As it howled to see him weep. Margret, Margret. XXvtt. Hang up my harp again— O light by darkness known! Margret, Margret. ISO BEL'S CHILD. ao find we profit, By ■■ of our pmyen, t. To rest the weary nurse has gone; An eight-day watch had watched she, Rocking beneath the sun and moon The haby on her knee: Till Isobel its mother said 'The fever waneth—wend to bed— For now the watch comes round to me.' n. Then wearily the nurse did throw Of that sick room, and slept and dreamed. . And as the gusty wind did blow The night-lamp's flare across her face. She saw or seemed to see but dreamed, That the poplars tall on the opposite hill. The seven tall poplars on the hill, Did clasp the setting sun until His rays dropped from him, pined and still As blossoms in frost: Till he waned and paled, so weirdly crossed, To the colour of moonlight which doth pass Over the dank ridged churchyard grass. The poplars held the sun, and he The eyes of the nurse that they should not see. Not for a moment, the habe on her knee, Though she shuddered to feel that it grew to be Too chill, and lay too heavily. ni. She only dreamed: for all the while iv. And more and more smiled Isobel Eternity's unbroken monotone. And more and more smiled Isobel To see the haby sleep so well— She knew not that she sniileu. The wind in intermission stop;. Down in the beechen forest. Then cries aloud As one at the sorest, Self-stung, self-driven, And ris*s up to its very tops. Stiffening erect the branches bowed; Dilating with a tempest soul The trees that ^ith their dark hands break Through their o n outline and heavily roll Shadows as massive as clouds in heaven, Across the castle lake. And more and more smiled Isobel To see the haby sleep so well; She knew not that she smiled— She knew not that the storm was wild. Through the uproar drear she could not hear The castle clock which struck anear— She heard the low, light breathing of her child. v. O sight for wondering look! The human creature's room. vt. So motionless she sate, Away to things inanimate. Only she wore The deepening smile I named before, And that a deepening love expressed— And who at once can love and rest 1 vtt. In sooth the smile that then was keeping With an eight-day weeping. Of heaven in sign of cold. vttt. Motionless she sate: Up a dark cathedral aisle: But, through the storm, no moonbeam fell Upon the child of Isobel— tX. A solemn thing it is to me To look upon a habe that sleeps— Wearing m its spirit-deeps The undeveloped mystery Of its Adam's taint and woe. Which, when they developed be, Will not let it slumber so: Lying new in life beneath The shadow of the coming death. With that soft, low, quiet breath, As if it felt the sun! Knowing all things by their blooms, Not their roots ; yea,—sun and sky, Only by the warmth that comes Out of each; earth only by The pleasant hues that o'er it run; And human love, by drops of sweet White nourishment still hanging round The little month so slumber-hound. All which broken sentiency And conclusion incomplete. Will gather and unite and climb To an immortality Good or evil, each sublime, Through life and death to life again .' O little lids, now folded fast, Must ye learn to drop at last Oar large and burning tears? O warm quick body, must thou lie. When the time comes round to die, Still from all the whirl of years. Bare of all the joy and pain? O small frail being, wilt thou stand At God's right hand. Iufting up those sleeping eyes Dilated by great destinies, To an endless waking? Thrones and seraphim. Through the long ranks of their solemnities. Sunning thee with calm looks of Heaven's surprise— But thine alone on Him ?— Or else, self-willed, to tread the godless place, ((Jod keep thy will I) feel thine own energies Cold, strong, objectless, like a dead man's clasp. The sleepless deathless life within thee, grasp; While myriad faces, like one changeless face, With woe not love's, shall glass thee everywhere, And overcome thee with thine own despair? x. More soft, less solemn images Silently as snow: sound Of tears that fell against the ground, Making sad stops ;—' Dear Lord, dear Lord!' She still had prayed—(the heavenly word. [ Broken by an earthly sigh), From all the world to him. 0 God, I am so young, so young— I am not used to tears at nights 'I bless thee, God, for past delights— I'hank God I' I am not used to bear Hard thoughts of death. The earth doth cover No face from me of friend or lover: And must the first who teacheth me The form of shrouds and funerals, he Mine own first-born beloved? he Who taught me first this mother-love'! Dear Lord, who spreadest out above Thy loving, transpierced hands to meet All lifted hearts with blessing sweet,— Pierce not my heart, my tender heart. Thou madest tender! Thou who art So happy in thy heaven alway. Take not mine only bliss away!' Xt. She so had prayed : and God, who hears (She knew not that she smiled, I wis,) |