Eliz. That's a sweet song, and yet it does not chime With my heart's inner voice. Where had you it, Guta? Guta. From a nun who was a shepherdess in her youth-sadly plagued she was by a cruel step-mother, till she fled to a convent and found rest to her soul. Fool. No doubt; nothing so pleasant as giving up one's own will in one's own way. But she might have learnt all that without taking cold on the hill-tops. Eliz. Where then, fool? Fool. At any market-cross where two or three rogues are together, who have age to say "I did it." neither grace to mend, nor cour Now you shall see the shep- . herdess's baby, dressed in my cap and bells. When I was a greenhorn and young, I puzzled my brains about choosing my line, [Sings. Till I found out the way that things go. The same piece of clay makes a tile, A pitcher, a taw, or a brick: Dan Horace knew life; you may cut out a saint, Or a bench from the self-same stick. The urchin who squalls in a jail, By circumstance turns out a rogue; While the castle-born brat is a senator born, Or a saint, if religion's in vogue. We fall on our legs in this world, Blind kittens, tossed in neck and heels: "Tis dame Circumstance licks Nature's cubs into shape, She's the mill-head, if we are the wheels. Then why puzzle and fret, plot and dream? He that's wise will just follow his nose; Contentedly fish, while he swims with the stream; "Tis no business of his where it goes. Eliz. Far too well sung for such a saucy song. So go. Fool. Ay, I'll go. Whip the dog out of church, and then rate him for being no Christian. [Exit FOOL. Eliz. Guta, there is sense in that knave's ribaldry : We must not thus baptize our idleness, And call it resignation: Which is love? To do God's will, or merely suffer it? Leap forth from self, and spend my soul on others. Like the chill silence of an autumn sun: While action, like the roaring southwest wind, Guta. And yet what bliss, When, dying in the darkness of God's light, The soul can pierce these blinding webs of nature, Guta. In part. Eliz. Oh, happy Guta! Mine eyes are dim-and what if I mistook Should put me face to face with the living God? No! He must come to me, not I to Him; If I see God, beloved, I must see Him In mine own self ; Guta. Eliz. Thyself? Why start, my sister? God is revealed in the crucified : The crucified must be revealed in me :— To feed His lambs-ay-we must die with Him To sense-and love Guta. Of marriage vows? Eliz. To love? What, then, becomes I know it so speak not of them. My virgin all to Christ! I was not worthy! Guta. Here comes your husband. Eliz. He comes! my sun! and every thrilling vein Proclaims my weakness. [LEWIS enters. Lew. Good news, my princess; in the street below On heaven still set, save when with searching frown My heart did rise and fall. Eliz. Oh, let us hear him! We too need warning; shame, if we let pass Lew. Let a knight go down And say to the holy man, the Landgrave Lewis Eliz. Now go, my ladies, both Prepare fit lodgings,-let your courtesies Retain in our poor courts the man of God. [Exeunt. LEWIS and ELIZABETH are left alone. Now hear me, best-beloved: I have marked this man : And that which hath scared others, draws me towards him: He has the graces which I want; his sternness I envy for its strength; his fiery boldness I call the earnestness which dares not trifle With life's huge stake; his coldness but the calm Lew. "Tis too true! I have felt it long; we stand, two weakling children, |