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Ye may sec, ---if not foul-fettered
By the blinding bands of sin, Thy soul's wall sublimely lettered,
Ileaven's kingdom is within!" If within be peace and gladness,
Love for all things, great and small, – Pity, nigh akin to sadness,
For an erring brother's fall, -
Than revenge's fiendish due,
For they know not what they do!''
Crowns thee conqueror, in a field
Crging thee to dastard yield;
At life's fiery stake is tried,
That has stemmed the raging tide;And, withal, a hopeful nature,
Sisting out the grain of good, The one redeeming better feature,
Found in every evil brood, Feeding Hate and Falsehood only
With the sweet fruit of the true,Loving, thoughı unloved and lonely, —
Say, can Ileaven be far from you? Ah! nearer, nearer for the crosses
That have strewn thy way of life; Nearer for the hallowing losses;
Nearer for the conquered strife; Nearer for the wise ordeal
That leads thee rough-shod o'er the stone, Till thou canst bravely bear the real;
And trusting say, " Thy will be done! Never upward look for Heaven,
If no lleaven's begun below;
For you pass it as you go;
Outward lies the slough of sin,
M. Sophie IIolmes. EUGENE ARAM'S DREAM
'Twas in the prime of summer-time,
An evening calm and cool
Came bounding out of school;
Like troutlets in a pool.
And souls untouched by sin;
They drave the wickets in:
Over the town of Lynn.
And shouted as they ran,-
As only boyhood can,
A melancholy man!
To catch IIeaven's blessed breeze;
And bis bosom ill at ease; So he leaned his head on his hands, and read
The book between his knees.
Nor ever glanced aside,
In the golden eventide;
And pale, and leaden-eyed.
With a fast and fervent grasp
And fixed the brazen lasp:
“My gentle lad, what is’t you read,
Romance or fairy fable ?
Of kings and crowns unstable ?"
6. It is The Death of Abel!'" The usher took six hasty strides,
As smit with sudden pain, -
Then slowly back again;
And talked with him of Cain;
Whose deeds tradition saves;
And lid in sudden graves;
And murders done in caves;
Shrick upward from the sod,–
To show the burial clod;
Arc seen in dreams from God;
Beneath the curse of Cain,
And lames about their brain;
Its everlasting stain. " And wel)," quoth le, “I know, for truth,
Their pangs must be extreme, Woe, woe, uutterable woe,
Who spill life's sacred stream! For why? Methought, last night, I wrought
A murder in a dream!
And then thc dced was done; There was nothing lying at my foot
But lifeless ilesh and bone:
That could vot do me ill;
For lying there so still;
That murder could not kill. " And, lo! the universal air
Seemed lit with ghastly flame;
Were looking down in blame;
And called upon liis name.
Such sense within the slain;
The blood grushed out amain;
Was scorching in my brain.
My heart as solid ice;
Was at the devil's price;
Llad never groaned but twice.
From the heaven's topmost heiglit, I heard a voice,-the awful voice
Of the blootl-avenging sprite: 'Thou guilty man! take up thy dead,
And hide it from my sight! “I took the dreary boly up,
And cast it in a stream,
The depth was so extreme.
Is nothing but a drum! “ Down went the corpse with hollow plunge,
And vanished in the pool;
“O heaven! to think of their white souls,
And mine so black and grim!
Nor join in evening hymn;
Mid holy cherubim.
“ And peace went with them, one and all,
And each calm pillow spread;
That lighted me to bed;
With fingers bloody red.
“ All night I lay in agony,
In anguish dark and deep,
But stared aghast at Sleep;
The keys of hell to keep.
“All night I lay in agony,
From weary chime to chime, With one besetting, horrid bint,
That racked me all the time,A mighty yearning, like the first
Fierce impulse unto crime.
“One stern tyrannic thought, that made
All other thoughts its slave; Stronger and stronger every pulse
Did that temptation crave, Still urging me w go and seo
The dead man in his grave.
“Heavily I rose up, as soon
As light was in the sky,
With a wild, misgiving eye;
For the faithless stream was dry.
“Merrily rose the lark, and shook
The dewdrop from its wing;
I never heard it sing;
Under the horrid thing.