Their graves who won the martyr's crown And safe in God repose; The saints of many a warring creed And, as the mystic aisles I pace, Alike through grace and guilt; With spikenard one, and both are sweet, Moravian hymn and Roman chant In one devotion blend, To speak the soul's eternal want Of Him, the inmost friend ; One prayer soars cleansed with martyr fire, One choked with sinner's tears, In heaven both meet in one desire, And God one music hears. Whilst thus I dream, the bells clash out Upon the Sabbath air, Each seems a hostile faith to shout, A selfish form of prayer; My dream is shattered, yet who knows These discords find harmonious close O chime of sweet Saint Charity, AUF WIEDERSEHEN! SUMMER. HE little gate was reached at last, A wistful look she backward cast, With hand on latch, a vision white She said, “Auf Wiedersehen!” The lamp's clear gleam flits up the stair; Ah, in that chamber, whose rich air "Auf Wiedersehen!" "T is thirteen years; once more I press The turf that silences the lane ; I hear the rustle of her dress, I smell the lilacs, and — ah, yes, 66 I hear “ Auf Wiedersehen!” Sweet piece of bashful maiden art! The English words had seemed too fain, But these they drew us heart to heart, Yet held us tenderly apart; She said, "Auf Wiedersehen!" PALINODE. WINTER. TILL thirteen years: 't is autumn now On field and hill, in heart and brain; The naked trees at evening sough; The leaf to the forsaken bough Two watched yon oriole's pendent dome, And one, The bird to his deserted home Sings not, "We meet again!" The loath gate swings with rusty creak; Somewhere is comfort, somewhere faith, Though thou in outer dark remain ; One sweet sad voice ennobles death, وو If earth another grave must bear, Yet heaven hath won a sweeter strain, And something whispers my despair, That, from an orient chamber there, Floats down, "We meet again!" AFTER THE BURIAL. ES, faith is a goodly anchor; When skies are sweet as a psalm, At the bows it lolls so stalwart, In bluff, broad-shouldered calm. And when over breakers to leeward But, after the shipwreck, tell me |