It seem'd, as though that deed abhorr'd, That one indissolubly bound Like the new moon her meekness shone, Ah! well might every bosom yearn, Responsive to her sigh; And every visage, dark and stern, "Guilty!"-that thunder-striking sound, All shudder'd when they heard; A burst of horrid joy around Hail'd the tremendous word; Check'd in a moment,—she was there! The instinctive groan was hush'd; Nature, that forced it, cried, "Forbear;" Indignant justice blush'd. PART V. One wo is past, another speeds To brand and seal his doom; That night, how swift in its career, That night, the last of many a dear, That night, by special grace she wakes With him for whom the morrow breaks, She watch'd his features through the shade, The light less welcome to her eyes, The cool fresh breeze from heaven that blew, The free lark's mounting strains, She felt in drops of icy dew, She heard, like groans and chains. "Farewell!"-'twas but a word, yet more Was utter'd in that sound, Than love had ever told before, They kiss like meeting flames,—they part, Lip cleaves to lip, heart beats on heart, Till soul from soul is riven. Quick hurried thence, the sullen bell Its pausing peal began ; 1821. She hearkens,-'tis the dying knell, The mourner reach'd her lonely bower, And found, through one entrancing hour, She woke, and knew he was no more: 66 That pang with thee, that pang is o'er, He eyed the ignominious tree, Was plunged into eternity; -Is this-is this the end? Her spirit follow'd him afar Silence and darkness hide the rest A SNAKE IN THE GRASS. A TALE FOR CHILDREN: FOUNDED ON FACTS. SHE had a secret of her own, That little girl of whom we speak, There was so much to charm the eye, Darkness to her that image brought; What secret thus the soul possess'd Of one so young and innocent? O'er which in ecstasy she bent; When first it flash'd upon her sight, Bolt flew the dam above her head; She stoop'd, and almost shriek'd with fright; But spying soon that little bed With feathers, moss, and horse-hairs twined, Rapture and wonder fill'd her mind. Breathless and beautiful she stood, Her ringlets o'er her bosom fell; With hands uplift, in attitude, As though a pulse might break the spell, While through the shade her pale, fine face Shone like a star amidst the place. She stood so silent, stay'd so long, The parent-birds forgot their fear; Cock-robin trill'd his small, sweet song, In notes like dew-drops trembling, clear; There Lucy mark'd her slender bill Which, in eye-language, seem to say, 66 Peep, pretty maiden! then, away!" Away, away, at length she crept, So pleased, she knew not how she trode, Yet light on tottering tiptoe stept, As if birds' eggs strew'd all the road; Morn, noon, and eve, from day to day, Were slightly conn'd, or half forgot; And when the callow young were hatch'd, With infant fondness Lucy watch'd : Watch'd the kind parents dealing food Where many a brooding fancy lay, |