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And a group of swarthy Indians
Stealing on some sleeping foes.

Stay; a cataract glancing brightly,
Dashed and sparkled; and beside
Lay a broken marble monster,
Mouth and eyes were staring wide.

Then I saw a maiden wreathing
Starry flowers in garlands sweet;
Did she see the fiery serpent

That was wrapped about her feet?

That fell crashing all and vanished;
And I saw two armies close-

I could almost hear the clarions,
And the shouting of the foes.

They were gone; and lo! bright angels,
On a barren mountain wild,

Raised appealing arms to Heaven,
Bearing up a little child.

And I gazed, and gazed, and slowly

Gathered in my eyes sad tears,

And the fiery pictures bore me

Back through distant dreams of years.

Once again I tasted sorrow,

With past joy was once more gay,
Till the shade had gathered round me—
And the fire had died away.


WO stranger youths in the Far West,
Beneath the ancient forest trees,

Pausing, amid their toil to rest,

Spake of their home beyond the seas;

Spake of the hearts that beat so warmly,

Of the hearts they loved so well,

In their chilly northern country.

"Would," they cried, "some voice could tell

Where they are, our own beloved ones!"
They looked up to the evening sky
Half hidden by the giant branches,
But heard no angel-voice reply.
All silent was the quiet evening;
Silent were the ancient trees;
They only heard the murmuring song
Of the summer breeze,

That gently played among

The acacia trees.

And did no warning spirit answer,
Amid the silence all around;
"Before the lowly village altar

She thou lovest may be found,

Thou, who trustest still so blindly,

Know she stands a smiling bride!
Forgetting thee, she turneth kindly
To the stranger at her side.
Yes, this day thou art forgotten,
Forgotten, too, thy last farewell,
All the vows that she has spoken,
And thy heart has kept so well.
Dream no more of a starry future,

In thy home beyond the seas!"

But he only heard the gentle sigh
Of the summer breeze,

So softly passing by

The acacia trees.

And vainly, too, the other, looking
Smiling up through hopeful tears,

Asked in his heart of hearts, "Where is she,
She I love these many years?"

He heard no echo calling faintly:
"Lo, she lieth cold and pale,
And her smile so calm and saintly
Heeds not grieving sob or wail—
Heeds not the lilies strewn upon her,
Pure as she is, and as white,
Or the solemn chanting voices,
Or the taper's ghastly light."
But silent still was the ancient forest,
Silent were the gloomy trees,

He only heard the wailing sound
Of the summer breeze,

That sadly played around

The acacia trees!


CAN scarcely hear," she murmured,
"For my heart beats loud and fast,
But surely, in the far, far distance,
I can hear a sound at last."
"It is only the reapers singing,

As they carry home their sheaves;
And the evening breeze has risen,
And rustles the dying leaves."

"Listen! there are voices talking."
Calmly still she strove to speak,
Yet, her voice grew faint and trembling,
And the red flushed in her cheek.

"It is only the children playing

Below, now their work is done,

And they laugh that their eyes are dazzled
By the rays of the setting sun."

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