A WOMAN'S QUESTION.

EFORE I trust my Fate to thee,
Or place my hand in thine,
Before I let thy Future give

Colour and form to mine,

Before I peril all for thee, question thy soul to

night for me.

I break all slighter bonds, nor feel

A shadow of regret :

Is there one link within the Past,

That holds thy spirit yet?

Or is thy Faith as clear and free as that which I can pledge to thee?

Does there within thy dimmest dreams

A possible future shine,

Wherein thy life could henceforth breathe,

Untouched, unshared by mine?

If so, at any pain or cost, oh, tell me before all is lost.

Look deeper still. If thou canst feel,

Within thy inmost soul,

That thou hast kept a portion back,

While I have staked the whole:

Let no false pity spare the blow, but in true mercy

tell me so.

Is there within thy heart a need

That mine cannot fulfil?

One chord that any

other hand

Could better wake or still?

Speak now-lest at some future day my whole ·

life wither and decay.

Lives there within thy nature hid

The demon-spirit Change,

Shedding a passing glory still

On all things new and strange?—

It may not be thy fault alone---but shield my heart

against thy own.

Couldst thou withdraw thy hand one day

And answer to my claim,

That Fate, and that to-day's mistake,

Not thou-had been to blame?

Some soothe their conscience thus: but thou wilt

surely warn and save me now.

Nay, answer not—I dare not hear,

The words would come too late; Yet I would spare thee all remorse,

So, comfort thee, my Fate

Whatever on my heart may fall-remember, I would risk it all!

THE THREE RULERS.

SAW a Ruler take his stand

And trample on a mighty land;

The People crouched before his beck,

His iron heel was on their neck,

His name shone bright through blood and pain, His sword flashed back their praise again.

I saw another Ruler rise

His words were noble, good, and wise;

With the calm sceptre of his

pen

He ruled the minds and thoughts of men:

Some scoffed, some praised-while many heard,

Only a few obeyed his word.

Another Ruler then I saw

Love and sweet Pity were his law:

The greatest and the least had part

(Yet most the unhappy) in his heart—
The People, in a mighty band,

Rose up, and drove him from the land!

A DEAD PAST.

PARE her at least: look, you have

taken from me

The Present, and I murmur not, nor

moan;

The Future, too, with all her glorious promise;
But do not leave me utterly alone.

Spare me the Past-for, see, she cannot harm you, She lies so white and cold, wrapped in her shroud; All, all my own! and, trust me, I will hide her Within my soul, nor speak to her aloud.

I folded her soft hands upon her bosom,

And strewed my flowers upon her-they still live