THE SPANISH CHAPEL.* Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb, I MADE a mountain-brook my guide, And wandered, on its grassy side, It lured me with a singing tone, To a green spot of beauty lone, A haunt for old romance. Suggested by a scene beautifully described in the "Recollections of the Peninsula." A dim and deeply-bosom'd grove Of many an aged tree, Such as the shadowy violets love, The fawn and forest-bee. The darkness of the chestnut bough There on the waters lay, The bright stream reverently below, And bore a music all subdued, And led a silvery sheen, On thro' the breathing solitude Of that rich leafy scene. For something viewlessly around Of solemn influence dwelt, In the soft gloom, and whispery sound, Not to be told, but felt: While sending forth a quiet gleam Across the wood's repose, And o'er the twilight of the stream, A lowly chapel rose. A pathway to that still retreat Thro' many a myrtle wound, And there a sight-how strangely sweet! My steps in wonder bound. For on a brilliant bed of flowers, As if to sleep thro' sultry hours, To sleep?-oh! ne'er on childhood's eye, And silken lashes press'd, Did the warm living slumber lie, With such a weight of rest! Yet still a tender crimson glow Its cheek's pure marble dyed 'Twas but the light's faint streaming flow Thro' roses heap'd beside. I stoop'd-the smooth round arm was chill, The soft lip's breath was fled, And the bright ringlets hung so still The lovely child was dead! "Alas!" I cried, "fair faded thing! Thou hast wrung bitter tears, And thou hast left a wo, to cling Round yearning hearts for years!" But then a voice came sweet and low I turn'd, and near me sate A woman with a mourner's brow, Pale, yet not desolate. And in her still, clear, matron face, All solemnly serene, A shadow'd image I could trace 66 Of that young slumberer's mien. Stranger! thou pitiest me," she said, With lips that faintly smil❜d, "As here I watch beside my. dead, My fair, and precious child. “But know, the time-worn heart may By pangs in this world riven, Keener than theirs who yield, like me, An angel thus to Heaven!" be |