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Or, there's Satan!-one might venture

Pledge one's soal to him, yet leave
Sach a flaw in the indenture

As he'd miss till, past retrieve,
Blasted lay that rose-acacia

We're so proud of! Hy, Zy, Hine ..
'St, there's Vespers! Plena gratiâ

Ave Virgo! Gr-r-r—you swine!

THROUGH THE METIDJA TO ABD-EL-KADR.

A Withle fuil heart for my guide,

So its tide rocks my side,
As I ride, as I ride,
That, as I were double-eyed,
He, in whom our Tribes confide,
Is descried, ways untried
As I ride, as I ride.

As I ride, as I ride
To our Chief and his Allied,
Who dares chide my heart's pride
As I ride, as I ride?
Or are witnesses denied,
Through the desert waste and wide
Do I glide unespied
As I ride, as I ride?

As I ride, as I ride,
When an inner voice has cried,
The sands slide, nor abide
(As I ride, as I ride)

O’er each visioned Homicide
That came vaunting (has he lied ?)
To reside where he died,
As I ride, as I ride.

As I ride, as I ride,
Ne’er has spur my swift horse plied,
Yet his hide, streaked and pied,
As I ride, as I ride,
Shows where sweat has sprung and dried,

- Zebra-footed, ostrich-thighed,How has vied stride with stride As I ride, as I ride!

As I ride, as I ride,
Could I loose what Fate has tied,
Ere I pried, she should hide
As I ride, as I ride,
All that's meant me : satisfied
When the Prophet and the Bride
Stop veins I'd have subside
As I ride, as I ride!

COUNT GISMOND.

CER

"HRIST God, who savest men, save most

Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his post,

Chose time and place and company To suit it; when he struck at length My honor 't was with all his strength.

And doubtlessly ere he could draw

All points to one, he must have schemed .

That miserable morning saw

Few half so happy as I seemed, While being dressed in Queen's array To give our Tourney prize away.

I thought they loved me, did me grace

To please themselves; 't was all their deed : God makes, or fair or foul, our face;

If showing mine so caused to bleed My cousins' hearts, they should have dropped A word, and straight the play had stopped.

They, too, so beauteous! Each a queen

By virtue of her brow and breast;
Not needing to be crowned, I mean,

As I do. E'en when I was dressed,
Had either of them spoke, instead
Of glancing sideways with still head!

But no : they let me laugh, and sing

My birthday song quite through, adjust The last rose in my garland, fling

A last look on the mirror, trust My arms to each an arm of theirs, And so descend the castle-stairs, –

And come out on the morning troop

Of merry friends who kissed my cheek,
And called me Queen, and made me stoop

Under the canopy, — (a streak
That pierced it, of the outside sun,
Powdered with gold its gloom's soft dun,) —

And they could let me take my state

And foolish throne amid applause
Of all come there to celebrate

My Queen's day, – 0, I think the cause
Of much was, they forgot no crowd
Makes up for parents in their shroud !

Howe'er that be, all eyes were bent

Upon me, when my cousins cast
Theirs down; 't was time I should present

The victor's crown, but ... there, 't will last
No long time ... the old mist again
Blinds me as then it did. How vain!

See! Gismond 's at the gate, in talk

With his two boys: I can proceed. Well, at that moment, who should stalk

Forth boldly (to my face, indeed) But Gauthier, and he thundered “Stay!” And all stayed. “Bring no crowns, I say !”

Bring torches ! Wind the penance-sheet

About her! Let her shun the chaste, Or lay herself before their feet!

Shall she, whose body I embraced A night long, queen it in the day? For Honor's sake no crowns, I say!”

I ? What I answered ? As I live

I never fancied such a thing As answer possible to give.

What says the body when they spring Some monstrous torture-engine's whole Strength on it? No more says the soul.

Till out strode Gismond; then I knew

That I was saved. I never met His face before, but, at first view,

I felt quite sure that God had set Himself to Satan; who would spend A minute's mistrust on the end ?

He strode to Gauthier, in his throat

Gave him the lie, then struck his mouth With one back-handed blow that wrote

In blood men's verdict there. North, South,

East, West, I looked. The lie was dead,
And damned, and truth stood up instead.
This glads me most, that I enjoyed

The heart of the joy, with my content
In watching Gismond unalloyed

By any doubt of the event:
God took that on him, - I was bid
Watch Gismond for my part: I did.
Did I not watch him while he let

His armorer just brace his greaves,
Rivet his hauberk, on the fret

The while! His foot ... my memory leaves No least stamp out, nor how anon He pulled his ringing gauntlets on.

And e'en before the trumpet's sound

Was finished, prone lay the false Knight, Prone as his lie upon the ground:

Gismond few at him, used no sleight Of the sword, but open-breasted drove, Cleaving till out the truth he clove.

Which done, he dragged him to my feet

And said, “ Here die, but end thy breath
In full confession, lest thou fleet

From my first, to God's second death!
Say hast thou lied ?" And “I have lied
To God and her,” he said, and died.
Then Gismond, kneeling to me, asked

What safe my heart holds, though no word Could I repeat now, if I tasked

My powers forever, to a third
Dear even as you are.

Pass the rest
Until I sank upon his breast.
Over my head his arm he flung

Against the world; and scarce I felt

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