And when, intruding on her trance, As music when we wake. And when I ventur'd to declare, Whose loves survives the grave, a flush And then she spake her mother's name, And look'd to heaven, as if she pray'd Consumption, like a blight, had blanch'd She chided not, but by my side Then cast a ling'ring look, that told She was too weak to blame the aid She talk'd to me of those who dwell In blessedness above; To whom the Lord a crown had giv❜n, And then she told me, that since death Yet had she vow'd, while life should last, At morn and eve to go, And by her mother's tomb to plant Then, passing by a cottage door, A look of thanks, and wav'd her hand But through the night that maiden seem'd Beside my couch to stand, As when beside her humble door She wav'd her lily hand. I could not sleep: within my mind And still I saw her, as when first She was an orphan; and her fate And none that heard her mournful tale She was belov'd; for in that vale But plunder'd of their wealth and home, And she, the only scion now Was left to brave the ills of life Her mother, of an ancient race, A victim to the storm. And she, the young and gentle maid, Was left alone to die! But God, in mercy and in love, Had listen'd to her cry. And by a slow and calm decline, Her lamp grew daily dim; And nights and days of painless woe So spake the peasants, when I told The village matrons grieve. And never, though I wander'd free, And when six moons had wax'd and wan'd, I wander'd to that spot, And vainly sought that maiden pale, By her secluded cot. I sought the church-yard's shaded space, The sun just then from the dark west A fitful radiance gave; And the shadow of the mother's tomb Fell on the daughter's grave. W. B. C. ELIJAH FED BY RAVENS. BY GRAHAME. SORE was the famine throughout all the bounds Of Israel, when ELIJAH, by command Of God journey'd to Cherith's failing brook. |