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And brought a little page who poured
It out, and knelt and smiled:
To childhood in his child;
Laughed loud and wept anon,
The darling little one. “ And where went Jane?"_" To a nunnery, Sir
Look not again so pale-
“ And has she ta’en the veil ?"
Rash words.”—They sat all three, And the boy played with the knight's broad star,
As he kept him on his knee. “ Think ere you ask her dwelling-place,"
The abbot further said; 66 Time draws a veil o’er beauty's face
More deep than cloister's shade. Grief may
have made her what you can Scarce love perhaps for life.” “ Hush, abbot," cried the Ritter Bann,
“ Or tell me where's my wife.” The priest undid two doors that hid
The inn's adjacent room,
Tears bathed her beauty's bloom.
Unnumbered hours of pain ; Such was the throb and mutual sob
Of the Knight embracing Jane.
Well may sleep present us fictions,
Since our waking moments teem With such fanciful convictions
As make life itself a dream.Half our daylight faith's a sable;
Sleep disports with shadows too,
As the world we wake to view.
Į was cast on Ocean's strise ;
Meant the sea of life.
Came, like gales of chilling breath; Shadowed in the forward distance
Lay the land of death. Now seeming more, now less remote, On that dim-seen shore, methought, I beheld two hands a space Slow unshroud a spectre's face; And my flesh's hair upstood, 'Twas mine own similitude. But my soul revived at seeing
Ocean, like an emerald spark, Kindle, while an air-dropt being
Smiling steered my bark.
Heaven-like-yet he looked as human
As supernal beauty can,
Lordly more than man.
Types not this,” I said, “ fair spirit!
That my death-hour is not come?
Tell my soul their sum.”
Trust me, would appal thee worse, Held in clearly measured prospect :
Ask not for a curse ! Make not, for I overhear Thine unspoken thoughts as clear As thy mortal ear could catch The close brought tickings of a watch. Make not the untold request That's now revolving in thy breast.
« 'Tis to live again, remeasuring Youth's
like a scene rehearsed, In thy second lifetime treasuring
Knowledge from the first. Hast thou felt, poor
New begun again?
Threads by Fate together spun?
Friendship's death-dissevered ties;
Of ambition's prize?
Flowed from Virtue's fairest springs-
Double not their stings?
Star of the morn and eve,
Reullura shone like thee,
The dark-attired Culdee.f
Culdees Were Albyn's earliests priests of God, * Reullura, in Gaelic, signifies " beautiful star."
+ The Culdees were the primitive clergy of Scotland, and apparently her only clergy from the sixth to the eleventh century. They were of Irish origin, and their inonastery on the island of lona or Ikolmill, was the seminary of Christianity in North Britain. Presbyterian writers have wished to prove them to have been a sort of Presbyters, strangers to the Rɔan Church and Episcopacy. It seems to be established that they were not eneniies to Episcopacy :—but that they were not slavishly subjected to Rome, like the clergy of later periods, appears by their re sisting the Papal ordinances respecting the celibacy of religious men, on which account they were ultimately displaced by the Scottish sovereigns to make way for more Popish cadons.
Ere yet an island of her seas.
By foot of Saxon monk was trode, Long ere her churchmen by bigotry Were barred from holy wedlock’s tie. 'Twas then that Aodh, "famed afar,
In Iona preachel the word with power, And Reullura, beauty's star,
Was the partner of his bower. But, Aodb, the roof lies low,
And the thistle-down waves bleaching, And the bat flits to and fro
Where the Gael once heard thy preaching ; And fall’n in is each columned isle
Where the chiefs and the people knelt. 'Twas near that temple's goodly pile
That honoured of men they dwelt. For Aodh was wise in the sacred law, And bright Reullura's eyes oft saw
The veil of fate uplifted. Alas, with what visions of awe
Her soul in that hour was giftedWhen pale in the temple and faint,
With Aodh she stood alone By the statue of an aged saint !
Fair sculptured was the stone,
Fame said it once had graced
In the Briton's land laid waste:
And cried, “ It is, he shall come, “ Even he in this very place,
To avenge my martyrdom.