A sturdy youth he was and tall, His looks would all his soul declare ; His piercing eyes were deep and small, And strongly curl'd his raven-hair. Yes, AARON had each manly charm, Oft, when they grew in anger warm, I rose, their wrathful souls to calm, His father was our party's chief, And dark and dreadful was his look; His presence fill'd my heart with grief, Although to me he kindly spoke. With Aaron I delighted went, His favour was my bliss and pride; In growing hope our days we spent, Love growing charms in either spied, It saw them, all which Nature lent, It lent them, all which she denied. Could I the father's kindness prize, Or grateful looks on him bestow, Whom I beheld in wrath arise, When Aaron sunk beneath his blow? He drove him down with wicked hand, The night was dark, the lanes were deep, Accursed be the love he bore, Accursed was the force he used, You frown again, to show my wrong My woes are deep, my words are strong, MAGISTRATE. I hear thy words, I feel thy pain; Receive our aid, and then again For, though seduced and led astray, Thou 'st travell'd far and wander'd long; Thy God hath seen thee all the way, And all the turns that led thee wrong. 286 THE HALL OF JUSTICE. PART II. Quondam ridentes oculi, nunc fonte perenni Deplorant pœnas nocte dieque suas. Corn. Galli Eleg. MAGISTRATE. COME, now again thy woes impart, Compunction weeps our guilt away, VAGRANT. The son came back-he found us wed, Then dreadful was the oath he swore ;His way through Blackburn Forest led,His father we beheld no more. Of all our daring clan not one Would on the doubtful subject dwell; For all esteem'd the injured son, And fear'd the tale which he could tell. (1) But I had mightier cause for fear, For slow and mournful round my bed It came when I and Aaron wed. Yes! we were wed, I know my crime, - For he not yet had felt the pain That rankles in a wounded breast; But I was forced to feign delight, And joy in mirth and music sought, With such surprise and horror fraught, That reason felt a moment's flight, And left a mind to madness wrought. (1) When waking, on my heaving breast A sudden fear my voice suppress'd, I seem'd-no words can utter how ! [MS.-Compell'd to feast in full delight When I was sad and wanted power, Ah! how did I survive the hour?] And thus he said:— "Will God allow, "The great Avenger just and Good, I trembled at the dismal sounds, I brought a lovely daughter forth, 'T was false — we wander'd far and wide, I then was young:-my husband sold The slave, but not the friend of vice: And there my father-husband stood I felt no words can tell you how — As he was wont in angry mood, And thus he cried, "Will God allow," &c.] (2) The state of mind here described will account for a vision of this nature, without having recourse to any supernatural appearance. |