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A tiny tenement, forsooth, and frail, as needs must be A thing of such materials framed, by a builder such
The hut stood finished by his pains, nor seemingly
lacked aught That skill or means of his could add, but the archi
tect had wrought Some limber twigs into a Cross, well shaped with
fingers nice, To be engrafted on the top of his small edifice.
That Cross he now was fastening there, as the surest power
and best For supplying all deficiencies, all wants of the rude
nest In which, from burning heat, or tempest driving far
and wide, The innocent Boy, else shelterless, his lonely head
That Cross belike he also raised as a standard for
the true And faithful service of the heart in the worst that
might ensue Of hardship and distressful fear, amid the houseless
waste Where he, in his poor self so weak, by Providence
Here, Lady! might I cease; but nay, let us
before we part With this dear holy shepherd-boy breathe a prayer That unto him, where'er shall lie his life's appointed
of earnest heart,
way, The Cross, fixed in his soul, may prove an all
THE ARMENIAN LADY'S LOVE. [The subject of the following poem is from the Orlandus of the author's
friend, Kenelm Henry Digby: and the liberty is taken of inscribing it to him as an acknowledgment, however unworthy, of pleasure and instruction derived from his numerous and valuable writings, illustrative of the piety and chivalry of the olden time.]
YOU have heard “ a Spanish Lady
How she wooed an English man ;'
Daughter of the proud Soldan:
“ Pluck that rose, it moves my liking,”
Said she, lifting up her veil ;
Ere it wither and grow pale.” “Princess fair, I till the ground, but may not take From twig or bed an humbler flower, even for your
* See in Percy's Reliques, that fine old ballad, “ The Spanish Lady's Love;" from which Poem the form of stanza, as suitable to dialogue, is adopted.
“ Grieved am I, submissive Christian!
To behold thy captive state;
(May they not?) the unfortunate.' “Yes, kind Lady! otherwise man could not bear Life, which to every one that breathes is full of care."
“Worse than idle is compassion
If it end in tears and sighs;
And from vile indignities;
“ Lady! dread the wish, nor venture
In such peril to engage ;
Your most loving father's rage:
Are of inward peace secure :
Even the feeblest may endure :
“ Princess, at this burst of goodness,
My long-frozen heart grows warm !" “ Yet you make all courage fruitless,
Me to save from chance of harm :
“Feeling tunes your voice, fair Princess !
brow is free from scorn,
Sharper than the pointed thorn."
the heart !”
Tempt me not, I pray; my doom is
These base implements to wield;
“Prisoner ! pardon youthful fancies ;
Wedded ? If you can, say no !
Hopes I cherished--let them go !
“Wedded love with loyal Christians,
Lady, is a mystery rare;
Make one being of a pair." « Humble love in me would look for no return, Soft as a guiding star that cheers, but cannot burn."
“Gracious Allah! by such title
Do I dare to thank the God,
Flower of an unchristian sod !
dost wear ? What have I seen, and heard, or dreamt ? where
am I? where ?”
Here broke off the dangerous converse:
Less impassioned words might tell,
Tears not wanting, nor a knell
But affections higher, holier,
Urged her steps ; she shrunk from trust
Woman's birth-right into dust.