With execrations from her kneeling child. Start not! your angel from her knee rose mild, Till then her ailment had been slight, or none; And sign'd these words for you." The letter said "THEODRIC, this is destiny above Our power to baffle; bear it then, my love! For one true sister left me not forlorn ; And though you 're absent in another land, Your soul, I know, as firm is knit to mine suni 167 As these clasp'd hands in blessing you now joini Shape not imagined horrors in my fate Ev'n now my sufferings are not very great; And when your grief's first transports shall subside, I call upon your strength of soul and pride 10′′ Το pay my memory, if 'tis worth the debt, Love's glorying tribute-not forlorn regret: I charge my name with power to conjure up Reflection's balmy, not its bitter cup. My pard'ning angel, at the gates of Heaven, To me; and our life's union has been clad In smiles of bliss as sweet as life e'er had. Shall gloom be from such bright remembrance cast? Shall bitterness outflow from sweetness past? A No! imaged in the sanctuary of your breast, There let me smile, amidst high thoughts at rest; And let contentment on your spirit shine, As if its peace were still a part of mine: For if you war not proudly with your pain, My loss with noble spirit-not despair : I ask you by our love to promise this, And kiss these words, where I have left a kiss,The latest from my living lips for yours."— Words that will solace him while life endures: For though his spirit from affliction's surge Could ne'er to life, as life had been, emerge, Yet still that mind whose harmony elate A portion of its own bless'd influence; Invoking him to peace, and that self-sway Which Fortune cannot give, nor take away: And though he mourn'd her long, 'twas with such woe, As if her spirit watch'd him still below. |