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A VISION OF REPENTANCE.
I saw a famous fountain, in my dream,
Where shady path-ways to a valley led; A weeping willow lay upon that stream,
And all around the fountain brink were spread Wide branching trees, with dark green leaf rich
clad, Forming a doubtful twilight-desolate and sad.
The place was such, that whoso enter'd in,
Disrobed was of every earthly thought, And straight became as one that knew not sin,
Or to the world's first innocence was brought; Enseem'd it now, he stood on holy ground, In sweet and tender melancholy wrapt around.
A most strange calm stole o'er my soothed sprite;
Long time I stood, and longer had I staid, When, lo ! I saw, saw by the sweet moon-light, Which came in silence o'er that silent shade,
Where, near the fountain, SOMETHING like
DESPAIR Made, of that weeping willow, garlands for her
And eke with painful fingers she inwove
Many an uncouth stem of savage thorn“ The willow garland, that was for her love,
And these her bleeding temples would adorn.” With sighs her heart nigh burst, salt tears fast fell, As mournfully she bended o'er that sacred well.
To whom when I addrest myself to speak,
She lifted up her eyes, and nothing said; The delicate red came mantling o'er her cheek,
And, gath'ring up her loose attire, she fled To the dark covert of that woody shade, And in her goings seem'd a timid gentle maid.
Revolving in my mind what this should mean,
And why that lovely lady plained so; Perplex’d in thought at that mysterious scene,
And doubting if 'twere best to stay or go, I cast mine eyes in wistful gaze around, When from the shades came slow a small and
“ Psyche am I, who love to dwell
At thy feet what thou dost see
If haply so my day of grace
“ Why dost thou weep, thou gentle maid!
“ O! I have done a deed of shame,
bridal robes were dight.”
“ And who the promised spouse, declare : And what those bridal garments were."
“ Severe and saintly righteousness Compos'd the clear white bridal dress; Jesus, the son of Heaven's high king, Bought with his blood the marriage ring,
A wretched sinful creature, I
Soon to these murky shades I came,
“ Now Christ restore thee soon”-I said, And thenceforth all my dream was filed.
DIALOGUE BETWEEN A MOTHER AND
CHILD. “ O LADY, lay your costly robes aside, No longer may you glory in your pride.”
Wherefore to-day art singing in mine ear
MOTHER. I pray thee, pretty one, now hold thy tongue, Play with the bride-maids, and be glad, my boy, For thou shalt be a second father's joy.