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A voice came from the threshold stone
Of one whom I had earlier known-
O, I defy thee, Hell, to show

On beds of fire that burn below,
A humbler heart-a deeper wo.

Father, I firmly do believe-

I know for Death who comes for me

From regions of the blest afar,

Where there is nothing to deceive,
Hath left his iron gate ajar,
And rays of truth you cannot see
Are flashing thro' Eternity-

I do believe that Eblis hath

A snare in every human path—
Else how, when in the holy grove
I wandered of the idol, Love,
Who daily scents his snowy wings
With incense of burnt offerings
From the most unpolluted things,
Whose pleasant bowers are yet so riven
Above with trellis'd rays from Heaven

No mote may shun-no tiniest fly

The light'ning of his eagle eye—
How was it that Ambition crept,
Unseen, amid the revels there,

Till, growing bold, he laughed and leapt
In the tangles of Love's very hair?

то

THE bowers whereat, in dreams, I see

The wantonest singing birds,

Are lips-and all thy melody

Of lip-begotten words

Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined,

Then desolately fall,

O God! on my funereal mind

Like starlight on a pall—

Thy heart-thy heart!—I wake and sigh, And sleep to dream till day

Of the truth that gold can never buy--Of the baubles that it may.

A DREAM.

IN visions of the dark night

I have dreamed of joy departed— But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream—that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,

So trembled from afar—

What could there be more purely bright

In Truth's day-star?

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