And often after sun-set, Sir, The first that died was sister Jane ; Till God released her of her pain; So in the church-yard she was laid; And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you, then," said I, "If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply, "O Master! we are seven." "But they are dead; those two are dead! 'Twas throwing words away; for still Composed 1798. THE THORN. I. Published 1798. "THERE is a Thorn-it looks so old, Not higher than a two years' child It stands erect, and like a stone II. Like rock or stone, it is o'ergrown, And hung with heavy tufts of moss, Up from the earth these mosses creep, And all have joined in one endeavour III. High on a mountain's highest ridge, Cuts like a scythe, while through the clouds It sweeps from vale to vale ; Not five yards from the mountain path, This Thorn you on your left espy; And to the left, three yards beyond, Of water-never dry Though but of compass small, and bare IV. And, close beside this aged Thorn, All lovely colours there you see, V. Ah me! what lovely tints are there This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss, Is like an infant's grave in size, But never, never any where, An infant's grave was half so fair. VI. Now would you see this aged Thorn, You must take care and choose your time The mountain when to cross. For oft there sits between the heap So like an infant's grave in size, And that same pond of which I spoke, A Woman in a scarlet cloak, And to herself she cries, 'Oh misery! oh misery! Oh woe is me! oh misery!' VII. At all times of the day and night This wretched Woman thither goes ; And she is known to every star, And every wind that blows; And there, beside the Thorn, she sits 'Oh misery! oh misery! Oh woe is me! oh misery!'" VIII. "Now wherefore, thus, by day and night, And why sits she beside the Thorn IX. "I cannot tell; I wish I could; For the true reason no one knows : The hillock like an infant's grave, The pond-the Thorn so old and grey; I never heard of such as dare X. "But wherefore to the mountain-top "Tis known, that twenty years are passed While friends and kindred all approved Of him whom tenderly she loved. XI. And they had fixed the wedding day, The morning that must wed them both; But Stephen to another Maid Had sworn another oath ; And with this other Maid to church Unthinking Stephen went Poor Martha! on that woeful day A fire was kindled in her breast, XII. They say, full six months after this, What could she seek?—or wish to hide? Her state to any eye was plain; She was with child, and she was mad ; Yet often she was sober sad From her exceeding pain. O guilty father,—would that death Had saved him from that breach of faith! XIII. Sad case for such a brain to hold |