Tho I cha ; this, at least to resi, fom our 1 tit' - Luly ; 4 and tortured --cabin'd, erb' don darkness, let the truth! Foo bly on the unprepared mine, bear pours for time and skill will. CXXVIII. Arches on arches! as it were that Rome, Collecting the chief trophies of her line, Would build up all her triumphs in one dome, Her Coliseum stands; the moonbeams shine As 'twere its natural torches, for divine Should be the light which streams here, to illume Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, For which the palace of the present hour WFinder CXXX. Oh Time! the beautifier of the dead, And only healer when the heart hath bled— My hands, and eyes, and heart, and crave of thee a gift: CXXXI. Amidst this wreck, where thou hast made a shrine And temple more divinely desolate, Among thy mightier offerings here are mine, Ruins of years though few, yet full of fate :- Good, and reserved my pride against the hate CXXXII. And thou, who never yet of human wrong For that unnatural retribution—just, Had it but been from hands less near-in this Thy former realm, I call thee from the dust! Dost thou not hear my heart!-Awake! thou shalt, and CXXXIII. It is not that I may not have incurr'd For my ancestral faults or mine the wound I bleed withal, and, had it been conferr'd To thee I do devote it-thou shalt take The vengeance, which shall yet be sought and found, Which if I have not taken for the sake But let that pass-I sleep, but thou shalt yet awake. CXXXIV. And if my voice break forth, 'tis not that now I shrink from what is suffer'd: let him speak Who hath beheld decline upon my brow, Or seen my mind's convulsion leave it weak; But in this page a record will I seek. Not in the air shall these my words disperse, Though I be ashes; a far hour shall wreak The deep prophetic fulness of this verse, And pile on human heads the mountain of my curse! CXXXV. That curse shall be Forgiveness.-Have I notHear me, my mother Earth! behold it, Heaven! Have I not had to wrestle with my lot? Have I not suffer'd things to be forgiven? Have I not had my brain sear'd, my heart riven, Hopes sapp'd, name blighted, Life's life lied away? |