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Of unmix'd blood, and ancestry remote,
II.-A VISION OF REPENTANCE.
SAW a famous fountain in my dream,
Where shady pathways to a valley led ; A weeping willow lay upon that stream,
And all around the fountain brink were spread Wide branching trees, with dark green leaf rich clad, Forming a doubtful twilight desolate and sad.
The place was such, that whoso enter'd in,
Disrobéd was of every earthly thought,
Or to the world's first innocence was brought;
A most strange calm stole o'er my soothèd sprite;
Long time I stood, and longer had I staid, When lo! I saw, saw by the sweet moonlight,
Which came in silence o'er that silent shade, Where near the fountain SOMETHING like DESPAIR Made of that weeping willow garlands for her hair.
And eke with painful fingers she inwove
Many an uncouth stem of savage thorn“The willow garland, that was for her love,
And these her bleeding temples would adorn.” With sighs her heart nigh burst,-salt tears fast fell, As mournfully she bended o'er that sacred well.
To whom when I addrest myself to speak,
She lifted up her eyes, and nothing said;
And, gathering up her loose attire, she fled
Revolving in my mind what this should mean,
And why that lovely lady plainèd so; Perplex'd in thought at that mysterious scene,
And doubting if 'twere best to stay or go, I cast mine eyes in wistful gaze around, When from the shades came slow a small and plain
tive sound :
“Psyche am I, who love to dwell
“At thy feet what thou dost see
“If haply so my day of grace
“Why dost thou weep, thou gentle maid ?
“O! I have done a deed of shame,
“ And who the promis'd spouse declare, And what those bridal garments were ?”
“Severe and saintly righteousness Compos'd the clear white bridal dress; JESUS, the son of Heaven's high King, Bought with His blood the marriage-ring.
“A wretched sinful creature, I
“Soon to these murky shades I came,
" Now Christ restore thee soon"_I said, And thenceforth all my dream was fled.
III.-THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES.
WHERE are they gone, the old familiar faces ?
I have had playmates, I have had companions,
I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I lov'd a love once, fairest among women;
Ghost-like, I pac'd round the haunts of my childhood. Earth seem'd a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces.
Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother! Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces.
For some they have died, and some they have left me,