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One spirit still remained, and cried,
“ Thy soul shall ne'er forget !” He standeth ever by my side
The phantom called Regret!
But still the spirits rose, and there
Were weary hours of pain,
Bound by an iron chain.
Dim shadows came of lonely hours,
That shunned the light of day, And in the opening smile of flowers
Saw only quick decay.
Calm hours that sought the starry skies
For heavenly lore were there; With folded hands and earnest eyes,
I knew the hours of prayer.
Stern hours that darkened the sun's light,
Heralds of coming woes,
From the dim past arose.
As each dark vision passed and spoke
I prayed it to depart:
Until these hours of pain and care
Lifted their tearful eyes,
And passed into the skies.
THE TWO INTERPRETERS.
HE clouds are fleeting by, father,
Look in the shining west,
white clouds sail onward Upon the sky's blue breast. Look at a snowy eagle,
His wings are tinged with red, And a giant dolphin follows him,
With a crown upon his head !”
The father spake no word, but watched
The drifting clouds roll by ; He traced a misty vision too
Upon the shining sky: A shadowy form, with well-known grace Of weary
love and care, Above the smiling child she held,
Shook down her floating hair.
“ The clouds are changing now, father,
Mountains rise higher and higher !
Sail in a sea of fire !”
More closely in his own,
That he could see alone: Bright angels carrying far away
A white form, cold and dead, Two held the feet, and two bore up
The flower-crowned drooping head.
“ See, father, see! a glory floods
The sky, and all is bright,
And clouds of every hue and shade
Burn in the golden light. And now, above an azure lake
Rise battlements and towers, Where knights and ladies climb the heights,
All bearing purple flowers."
The father looked, and, with a pang
Of love and strange alarm, Drew close the little
With wistful glance below,
On earth so long ago ;
His cradle-song she sings :
Upon her outspread wings.
Calm twilight veils the summer sky,
The shining clouds are gone; In vain the merry laughing child
Still gaily prattles on;
In vain the bright stars, one by one,
On the blue silence start,
Upon the father's heart.
AST thou o'er the clear heaven of thy
Seen tempests roll? Hast thou watched all the hopes thou wouldst have
Fade, one by one? Wait till the clouds are past, then raise thine eyes
To bluer skies !
Hast thou gone sadly through a dreary night,
And found no light, No guide, no star, to cheer thee through the plain
No friend, save pain ?