53. The Pilgrim. WHO would true valour see, Who so beset him round Hobgoblin nor foul fiend He'll not fear what men say, He'll labour night and day To be a pilgrim. 54. After. J. BUNYAN TAKE the cloak from his face, and at first Let the corpse do its worst! How he lies in his rights of a man! And, absorbed in the new life he leads, He recks not, nor heeds Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike On his senses alike, And are lost in the solemn and strange Surprise of the change. Ha, what avails death to erase His offence, my disgrace? His outrage, God's patience, man's scorn I stand here now, he lies in his place. R. BROWNING. 55. Happy Insensibility. IN a drear-nighted December The north cannot undo them In a drear-nighted December About the frozen time. Ah would 'twere so with many Was never said in rhyme. J. KEATS. 56. Youth's Agitations. WHEN I shall be divorced, some ten years hence, A thousand virtues in this hated time! Then I shall wish its agitations back, And all its thwarting currents of desire; 57. The Bridge of Sighs. ONE more Unfortunate Weary of breath Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Now is pure womanly. M. ARNOLD. Make no deep scrutiny Rash and undutiful : Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's familyWipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses! Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other? Alas! for the rarity Home she had none. Sisterly, brotherly, Fatherly, motherly Feelings had changed : Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: In she plunged boldly, Take her up tenderly, Ere her limbs frigidly Decently, kindly, Smooth, and compose them; Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity, Perishing gloomily, Burning insanity Into her rest. Cross her hands humbly As if praying dumbly, |