And oft would rather rest than stir.

"And in the body's daily task No time, no rest for thought allowed, Regrets will wake, and move, and ask, And speak the more, not speaking loud.

18.

"And you will muse, from day to day, Of all you might have been and done; Of wisdom widening men's highway, Of goodness warming like the sun. 19.

"And you for want of those will pine who might reflect your fancy's hues; Perhaps will think the fault is mine Of all the nobler life you lose."

20.

Half-turned the maid, as if to part, Affrighted by the imagin'd pain,

choose."

10.

Before that eve, it so befell The lovers met beside the tree,

And kissed her eyes, and spoke again:

21.

"Though this were true that sounds so strange,

Perhaps your father's mind may

change,

And hopes be ours now undescried.

Great hopes within your bosom grow, That never yet have found a voice.

They showed a face more soft than bold,

Though keen the look of settled will; With lines that many winters told,

But little stir of good and ill.

28.

And thus the untroubled, aged man, His long-experienced lesson spake,

In words that painfully began,

But when the waste has reached an

end

The gains of thrift are coming in.

39.

"And ever I have seen that they Wholeast had cause to fear the morrow,

wake:

Nor hung their heads in sorrow.

45.

"But stay till winter days be past, And when the spring returns again,

gether,

Why then-nay, come and kiss me,

Is like the tree that yearly grows,

Jane."

That, stout and strong in wintry

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weather,

Thus wandered round his maze of

So still the God revealed below

teach,

'Mid fifty faces young and rude, And turned a cheerful front to each, That brightened them and yet subdued.

10.

He strove that clear they might discern What aims to man true value give, And said "You do not live to learn, But learn that you may better live."

He taught for Sire and Judge to know, On whom for aid all needs may call.

An aged woman, dull and slow,
Came creeping at the sound,

Nor asked the comer's name to know,
But straight the key turned round.

8.

Jane hurried in, and at the first,
These words unpausing said-
"O! tell me, tell me all the worst!
Tell me, is Henry dead?"

9.

She marked the woman's wrinkled

cheek,

And saw 'twas swollen with weeping, Before she heard her answering speak, "He is alive, and sleeping.

"'Tis now the second day that he
Has been too weak to rise from bed,
And truly, as it seems to me,
He never more will lift his head.

11.

"I've loved him ever since a child, And tended him from day to day; Isometimes think 'twould drive me wild If I should see him pass away."

12.

Then Jane exclaimed, "What noise is there?

I hear a tapping faint and low."
The other hastened up the stair,
And Jane with her would go.

13.

And she was there when Henry said

"I heard a voice that spoke below; Or was my heart by dreams betrayed? It seemed the voice that best I know." 14.

His words were weak, and drawn with pain,

His face looked flushed with burning red;

She would no more her love restrain, But swiftly knelt beside the bed.

15.

Her arms around his neck she threw, She gave his lips a quivering kiss, And heart to heart tumultuous flew, For nought was left them now but this.

16

Few moments passed in hurried grief,
And then her face away she drew,
And gazing, sought to find relief
In looks where misery met her view.
17.

He strove to smile with happier eyes,
But could not long the toil sustain;
From his deep glance the meaning
flies,

The lids drop down-he longs in vain. 18.

On her young heart his withered hand She laid, and pressed it strongly there, As if her life she could command, And bid it pass to him from her.