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LAVA FIRES. 
 
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 ABRAM LENT SMITH. 
 
 Author of "A Romaunt of Lady Helen Clyde," Etc. 
 
 " May we but stand before impartial men." 
 
 John Bunyan. 
 " Here's a truth that will endure, 
 ' To tlie pure, all things are pure.' 
 Listen, reader, to these words ; they are Divine ! 
 If my pictures are well done, 
 Blame me not, O gentle one ; 
 I have merely painted natures, yours and mine I" 
 
 Author. 
 
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 NEW YORK: 
 
 COPTEIOHT, 1888, BT 
 
 G. W. Dillingham, Publisher, 
 
 Successor to G. W, Carleton & Co. 
 
 MDCCCLXXXVIIL 
 

 TROWS 
 PRINTING AND BOOKBlNOir 
 NEW YORK. 
 
THIS BOOK IS nUMBLY AND KESPECTFULLY 
 
 DEDICATED 
 
 TO THAT nOARY-HEADED POTENTATE 
 
 TIME, 
 
 BY HIS PltODIGAL PROTEGE 
 
 TUE AUTHOK. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Page 
 
 My Galatea ! 5 
 
 0, Love's Lilies! 11 
 
 Rose of Roses 13 
 
 The New Hespeiides 15 
 
 The Lark Sang all too Soon ! 17 
 
 She Came in the Swoon of a Dying June 18 
 
 The Land of Loves 20 
 
 My Love 26 
 
 Under the Rose 27 
 
 Sweet Mistress Dorothy 29 
 
 At Sea 31 
 
 Twilight of the Gods 33 
 
 Reverie 34 
 
 Hark ! My Soul 36 
 
 Close to the Breast of a Leaf -Laden Tree 38 
 
 Wonder if I Dare ? 40 
 
 [iii] 
 
iv Contents. 
 
 rage 
 
 Lull me to Dreams 41 
 
 Theu Worship I my Love ! 42 
 
 A Maiden Fair 44 
 
 Love Slain 45 
 
 She Sleeps the Sleep of Death 47 
 
 ! I Builcled a Nest 49 
 
 A Memory 51 
 
 The Laddie and Lassie sae True 53 
 
 Gladys 55 
 
 1 Once Knew a Love 57 
 
 Gone 58 
 
 Those Harps of Gold 59 
 
 Farewell 60 
 
 " Our Little Life is Rounded with a Sleep " 61 
 
 Course of Life 63 
 
 Kara Aly 98 
 
LAVA FIRES, 
 
 MY GALATEA! 
 
 " My bounty is as boundless as the sea, 
 My love as deep ; the more I give to thee, 
 The more I have, for both are infinite." 
 
 Sliahespeare. 
 
 1. 
 
 Lady, liasfc thou no love for me ? 
 
 Does not thy youthful blood. 
 
 Rich with the rosy measure of glad thoughts, 
 
 Course through its ways with passionate surge. 
 
 In answer to my lay ? 
 
 [V] 
 
6 My Galatea / 
 
 2. 
 
 Or is thy heart. 
 
 Like some dried mummy, wrapt 
 
 In cerements of white. 
 
 Sad with the memories of frankincense and myri'h ; 
 
 Thy pulses chilled with death in life ; 
 
 With blood all hueless, 
 
 And pallid as tlie lily of thy brow ? 
 
 3. 
 
 Or, is it that within those breasts. 
 
 Those hills rose-tipped, and redolent 
 
 Of maidenly reserve. 
 
 Within whose vale nestles a spray of jessamine. 
 
 And pansies wakened by the dews of morn. 
 
 Rages a heat that's held in thrall 
 
 As ^tna holds in leash 
 
 Cyclopean fires ! 
 
 4. 
 
 By all the gods, I swear. 
 
 It must be so. — Or nature lies ! 
 
 For how could seeming such as thine 
 
 Enshrine within its graciousness 
 
 Thoughts so ungentle 
 
 As shrined nuns, within their cloistered cells. 
 
My Galatea I 
 
 Dissembling to tliemselves, 
 
 Au arid victory seek in tlieir possession. 
 
 5. 
 
 But Nature to herself is true ! 
 
 And when in her creations 
 
 She designs 
 
 A brow such as the Serpent of Old Nile 
 
 Unveiled to Antony ; 
 
 Or form, the cincture of whose purple robes 
 
 The proud Semiramis unclasped 
 
 To loves' mad plea ; 
 
 6. 
 
 Or eyes of sloe. 
 
 Like those with which the queen Erigone, 
 
 With wanton coquetry, enslaved the hearts of men ; 
 
 Or neck soft as the ring-dove's throat, 
 
 Gurgling with notes of tender melody ; 
 
 Or tresses black as midnight's wing. 
 
 Such as the wild Bacchantes wreathed 
 
 In honor of their God ; 
 
 Or feet such as Diana's sandals kissed ; 
 
 Or arms like those with which the amorous Venus 
 
 Restrained the boy Adonis from the chase ! 
 
8 My Galatea / 
 
 7. 
 
 'Tis then she crowns the work 
 
 With heiirt of lire, 
 
 And blood that leaps at love's fond cry, 
 
 And life that thrills with passion's scarlet monody, 
 
 And mouth whose seal of chastity awaits 
 
 The pressure only, of the Prince's kiss. 
 
 8. 
 
 And thus I know thee ! 
 
 And I would shake the battlements to their 
 
 foundations 
 Of storied castle, or donjon keep. 
 With armories of song. 
 
 To pass tlie drawbridge, whose portcullis bars 
 My bravest onset. 
 
 9. 
 
 Lady, my love for thee 
 
 Is such as shall endure full many a tilt, 
 
 'Til I have battered down the gates of gold 
 
 And entered in. 
 
 For I, a Prince, have come far o'er the main 
 
 To break the charm that on thee lies, 
 
 And carry thee across the ?eas ! 
 
 My galleys lie ancar. 
 
My Galatea ! 
 
 Eich-laden with a costly freight. 
 To do thee service. 
 
 10. 
 
 "Within their holds lie gems of thought. 
 And golden goblets j^lasht with life's red wine ; 
 And silver nrns enwronght with minstrelsy ; 
 And porphery inscribed with runes ; 
 And liingly seals, 
 
 11. 
 
 With borderings of rubies, amethyst and sard ; 
 
 And gleaming emerald caskets. 
 
 Filled with many a precious parchment roll ; 
 
 And robes of state heraldic, 
 
 All broidered o'er with turquois, sapphire and 
 
 seed-pearls ; 
 And wealth of Ind, digged 
 From her secret mines. 
 
 12. 
 
 All these I bring to thee ! 
 
 And I would feed thy soul 
 
 With red pomegranates, ripened where I sang 
 
lO My Galatea / 
 
 In lands afar ; 
 
 And I would pour libations rich 
 Of poesy about thy feet, 
 My Galatoa ! 
 
O, Loves .Lilies / 1 1 
 
 0, LOVE'S LILIES ! 
 
 I quaffed a cup of lethean rest — 
 
 Of languorous rest — 
 As my head snnk low on my white lovers breast- 
 
 My love's white breast ; 
 And my soul was bathed in her odorous hair. 
 As lissome she lay, and debonnaire, 
 A-thornless rose from a garden fair. 
 
 0, love's lilies ! 
 
 II. 
 
 The spent years seemed as a twilight tale — 
 
 As a shepherd's tale. 
 In the low chanson of the nightingale — 
 
 Sweet nightingale. 
 As our lives blent in the perfect rhyme — 
 The old, old dream of joy sublime, 
 When love comes back from the old, old time, 
 
 0, love's lilies ! 
 
12 O, Loves Lilies / 
 
 III. 
 
 And the planets of night in a tangled maze — 
 
 In a luminous maze, 
 As a dream, wliitc-littcu, with shadowy rays— 
 
 With opaline rays, 
 Illumined with their glory her radiant face, 
 And her fair sad limbs in their matchless grace. 
 Where Love had wrought him a dwelling place. 
 
 Oh, love's lilies ! 
 
Rose of Roses. 1 3 
 
 EOSE OF ROSES. 
 
 Cumc and sit beside me, darling, 
 
 Ere I go ; 
 Fliug the sunshine of thy presence 
 
 On iny woe — 
 I mnst leave thee, rose of roses, 
 
 For a while ; 
 Ohallenge, dear, the clouds about mo 
 
 With thy smile ; 
 Draw a little closer, darling — 
 
 Closer yet ; 
 Pillow here upon my bosom. 
 
 Oh ! my pet ; 
 Look up in my face, my sweetest. 
 
 With those eyes ; 
 Nothing on this earth comes nearer 
 
 Paradise ! 
 Nestle closer, ! my precious. 
 
 To my heart ; 
 Pledge me with thy burning kisses 
 
 Ere we part ; 
 ! thy breast is soft as satin, 
 
 Wliitc as Fnow ! 
 
14 Rose of Roseu 
 
 ! my dear, I cannot Icuve thee. 
 
 Will not go. 
 All. ! the gods have lent thee beauty 
 
 Most divine — 
 Aphrodite was less lovely. 
 
 Maiden mine ! 
 
 1 am drnnk with thy caresses, 
 
 ! my dove ! 
 
 Life was only made for loving ! 
 
 Let us love ! 
 
The New Hesperides. 15 
 
 THE NEW HESPEEIDES. 
 
 Ever placid are the seas 
 
 Where the new Hesperides 
 Else like nymphs in all their natal charmG confest. 
 
 ! the valley of Cashmere 
 
 To my soul is not so dear. 
 Nor the fragrant groves of Araby the blest ! 
 
 II. 
 
 Free their scented fountains play 
 
 All the night and all the day. 
 And their rivers over sands of silver run. 
 
 And the fig and orange trees 
 
 Waft their perfumes on the breeze 
 In the land where dwell the children of the Sun. 
 
 III. 
 
 Ah ! the nightingale's soft trill 
 Every lover's heart doth fill, 
 When the landscape swoons npon the breast of nighty 
 
1 6 The Nezu Hesperides. 
 
 And the cypress and the palm 
 Stand like giants^ proud and calm, 
 "Waiting for the stars to crown their locks with light. 
 
 IV. 
 
 When the night to midnigjjt wanes, 
 
 And the rout of ^vassail reigns. 
 Then, coy beauties, list to love's endearing sighs, 
 
 And their dress of filmy lace 
 
 In each curve betrays the grace 
 Of the houris of this earthly paradise. 
 
 V. 
 
 Happier than a kiug or khan. 
 
 Lounging on a lich divan. 
 Where the air is fed with musk from many a rose, 
 
 There I quaff from massy gold 
 
 Draughts of red wine, rare and old. 
 In this oriental haven of repose. 
 
The L ark Smig all too Soon. 1 7 
 
 THE LARK SANG ALL TOO SOON! 
 
 I. 
 
 The palm trees were fnir in tlie moon, 
 i^nd the lizards were lapt in sleep. 
 
 And the nightingales song waxed clear and strong 
 Near the ivied donjon keep ! 
 
 II. 
 
 And the castle turrets were high, 
 
 And its bannerets hung on the air ; 
 
 And the knight was mad mith a glad desire. 
 And the lady was passing fair ! 
 
 III. 
 
 And love led the silent hours 
 
 To the croon of the old new tune ; 
 
 But the nightingales song waned faint ere long^ 
 And the lark sang all too soon ! 
 
1 8 She came hi the Swoon of a Dying June. 
 
 SHE CAME IN THE SWOON OP A DYING 
 JUNE. 
 
 She came in the swoon of a dying June, 
 
 I know that she came in June, 
 For the gardens were rich with the regal scent 
 Of the lush red roses well-nigh spent. 
 And the crickets were crooning a low lament 
 In the arbors where roses lie — 
 In the arbors where lovers sigh. 
 
 II. 
 
 She came, with warm airs, from the tropical South, 
 
 I know that she came from the South, 
 With naked white feet, and arms and neck bare. 
 And a spray of white jasmine adream in her hair. 
 And 'round her was clinging a perfume most rare. 
 From the valleys where bulbuls sing — 
 From the valleys where lovers cling ! 
 
She came in the Szvoon of a Dying June. 1 9 
 
 III. 
 
 She came in the noon of a Summer night — 
 
 I know that she came in the night. 
 For the wau lips of Luna were kist by the sea. 
 And the song of the stars was adrift on the lea. 
 And the love-moths were trolling a faint minstrelsy 
 O'er the couches where red moths gleam — 
 O'er the couches where lovers dream ! 
 
20 The Land of Loves. 
 
 THE LAND OF LOVES. 
 
 1. 
 
 Strange memories awake. 
 And glide at will across the sward of tlionght, 
 When I recall the days wherein I followed, rapt, 
 
 An alien mad star ! 
 
 For one was a land of suns. 
 
 That hung at dazzling noons 
 
 In skies sere gray, 
 And glittered o'er a vast expanse 
 
 Of desert waste, 
 Where, far as vision fell, no friendly shade, 
 
 With smiling verdancy, 
 
 Nor jocund stream, with laughing leap. 
 
 Relieved the aching eye, or listless ear 
 Of him who dared these trackless plains to cr>.ss. 
 
The Land of Loves. 21 
 
 3. 
 
 And yet to him. 
 Whose courage high these lifeless drifts of yellow sand 
 
 Endured unto the end, 
 I'liere came a time, when, at their farthest verge. 
 
 Beyond their dunes, 
 He found a sudden solace of sweet rest. 
 Such as the Moslem hopes to find 
 
 In Paradise ! 
 
 For here were cooling waters, 
 That, gushing, ran in never-ceasing rills ; 
 And green recesses. 
 Where mute gazelles with timid eyes looked up. 
 And birds of myriad dyes made glad the scene ; 
 And dark -browed maids, with dusky limbs, 
 ^, Their earthen pitchers filled 
 Within the shadow of the stately palm. 
 
 And one was a land of stars. 
 Forever clad in draperies of snow. 
 Where palaces of frosty fretwork reared 
 Their lofty minarets, 
 
22 The Land of Loves. 
 
 And ancient Night, swart sentinel of Time, 
 Forever brooded o'er the scene ! 
 
 G. 
 
 And here the reindeer cropped 
 The scanty herbage of the drear expanse ! 
 And flocks of wild geese, flying high. 
 Assailed the car of Night with clamor wild ; 
 And, issuing from his sheltered hut. 
 The fur-clad denizen of this cold clime 
 Bestirred his sluggish blood 
 In ardent quest of seal and polar bear. 
 
 And, when successful in his search, he brouglit 
 
 Unto his lowly home the trophies of the chase, 
 He found a welcome warm and goodly cheer. 
 That gave him happy dreams in sleep 
 
 Of bouts in wide Valhalla's halls, 
 
 Where Odin sits 
 Supreme among the gods ; 
 And, mayhap, stirring in his slumber deep. 
 He heard the hainmer of the thunder-god 
 Striking wild echoes from the mountain sides 
 
 In sweep of avalanche, 
 Or Skaldic sa^es in the runic wind 
 
The Land of Loves, 23 
 
 That hoarsely sang amid the branches bare 
 Of lonely pines ! 
 
 And one was a land of moons. 
 
 Where horned censers swung within the sky. 
 
 Mingling a mystic element within 
 
 The horoscopes 
 Grey-bearded sages drew. 
 And from the eyes of dwellers in this land 
 Looked out the old, dead past — 
 A cycle of gone centuries, 
 In which the children of the gods 
 Built pyramids herculean. 
 That, hoary with old memories, j^et withstand 
 
 The confluent waves of time ! 
 
 9. 
 
 Here I beheld the solemn Sphynx 
 
 That fronts the yellow Nile, 
 
 And, standing in its shadow, saw 
 
 The shepherd kings, begirt with leopards^ skins. 
 
 Again hold council in their tents ; 
 
 And Thebes, the hundred-gated city, rise 
 
 To Amphiou's cliarmed lute ; 
 
 And Israel's great leader stand 
 
24 The Land of Loves. 
 
 Witliin grim Pharaoh's court ; 
 
 And Momphian heroes, in war chariots, lash 
 
 Their fiery steeds to battle. 
 
 10. 
 
 And suddenly a thrill of laughter low. 
 Like the faint music of a far cascade, 
 
 Eippled upon mine ear ; 
 And as it grew in volume rare and sweet, 
 It seemed the melody of larks at dawn ! 
 And lo ! a bevy of Egyptian maids, 
 Laughing and sporting as tliey pass. 
 The balmy heralds of a gracious queen. 
 Who to her bath steps down. 
 
 Naked as Niobe, 
 Peerless as when the Nubian slave 
 Undraped her blandishments 
 
 To mighty Ceesar ! 
 
 11. 
 
 And thus my reverie limned 
 
 A pliantom wraith of pictures, 
 
 That faded soon and fell away 
 
 As leaves that fall in silent harmonics ! 
 
The Land of Loves. 25 
 
 12. 
 
 But last I came into n, land of loves— ^ 
 
 A lanil whereof I dreamed, where'er I roamed — 
 
 A laud wherein my foud imaginings 
 
 Fouud fair fruition ! 
 0, lady mine, if summer suns give life to love 
 Or midnight stars link destinies. 
 Or crescent moons for lovers fond shine ont, 
 Then does the radiant orb of heaven crown 
 Thy brow, which feels the fervor of my kiss ; 
 
 And throbbing stars 
 Eejoice to hear the mingling of our vows; 
 And happy moons reel with delight 
 
 As our souls meet ! 
 
26 My Love. 
 
 MY LOVE. 
 
 Thy face is <i moon in a starless gloom, 
 
 Ah, Sweet! 
 Thy breath is the deatli of the clover's perfume. 
 Thine eyes sad as violets plucked from a tomb. 
 Thy form, like the white calla-lilys' in bloom. 
 
 Ah, Sweet ! 
 
 II. 
 
 Thy love is a theme for the tenderest lyre. 
 
 Ah, Sweet ! 
 Thou art to my heart the rijjc bud of desire. 
 Unmatched by the matclilcss in Heaven's ov/n 
 
 choir, 
 God knows were I ice, 1 would melt with your lire, 
 My Sweet ! 
 
Ufider the Rose. 27 
 
 UNDER THE EOSE. 
 
 I. 
 
 Hasten my darling, 
 
 There's love in the air ; 
 Hasten, my precious. 
 
 My warm heart to share ; 
 ! where the moon-burnished rivulet flows ;- 
 Come with thy wondrous face, 
 Come with thy matchless grace. 
 Come to oui- trysting place. 
 Under the rose ! 
 
 Under the rose, darling. 
 Under the rose ; 
 
 Come to our trysting place. 
 Under the rose ! 
 
 II 
 
 Hasten, my darling. 
 
 The hours are fleet ; 
 Hark ! now I hear the soft 
 
 Tread of thy feet ! 
 
2 8 Under the Rose. 
 
 ! how my being with ecstasy glows ! 
 Into my arms love. 
 There's nought to fear, love. 
 Life's full of cheer, love, 
 
 Under the rose I 
 
Sweet Mistress Dorothy. 29 
 
 SWEET MISTRESS DOROTHY. 
 
 Sweet Mistress Dorothy, 
 Come, come a.way with me, 
 
 Over the sea ; 
 Long have I loved thee well, 
 More than my soul can tell. 
 Come to my castle, love — 
 
 Queen you shall be ! 
 
 II. 
 
 Dost know my bride of brides. 
 Where thy fond love abides. 
 
 Soft ! I will tell ; 
 Where skies are ever blue. 
 And hearts are ever true. 
 Far in a realm of bliss. 
 
 Under Loves' spell ! 
 
 III. 
 
 Thither, my dark-eyed pet. 
 Where Romance lingers yet. 
 Far o'er the foam ; 
 
JO Swcci Mistress Dorothy. 
 
 Where silver olives blou% 
 Where fairest flowers grow, 
 And the sweet grilli sings, 
 There is my home ! 
 
Ai Sea. 31 
 
 AT SEA. 
 
 Freely our pennant flies ; 
 
 Flaunting the gale, 
 Under weird nridnight^s skies, 
 
 Spectral and pale ! 
 Hark ! how the cordage creaks, 
 Answering the ghostly shrieks 
 Of the mad wind that seeks 
 
 Death's pallid trail ! 
 
 II. i 
 
 Fearless our gallant bark, 
 
 Breasting the waves. 
 Glides like a phantom stark 
 
 O'er haunted graves ; 
 Black yawns the d::ngerous straits, 
 Like Hell's colossal gates, 
 Opening to where the Fates 
 
 Leer from their caves. 
 
32 At Sea. 
 
 III. 
 
 Cliffs lashed by crested foam, 
 
 Else either side, 
 Where even ghoul or gnome 
 
 Fears to abide. 
 High soars the Albatross, 
 Skirting the Southern Cross, 
 Lonely as we who toss 
 On desperate tide I 
 
Twilight of the Gods. 33 
 
 TWILIGHT OF THE GODS. 
 
 x\pollo^ "witli his fiery steeds. 
 
 Has passed adown the golden West ; 
 
 But still their pathway burns along the hills ; 
 
 Now reigns the peerless twilight of the Gods — 
 
 My spirit thrills ! 
 O'er land and sea the shadows slowly creep. 
 And in their far-off realm of azure deep 
 
 The stars play hide and peep, 
 Like winking baby-eyes, that blink with sleep. 
 
 II. 
 
 Fair Dian in her silver car, 
 
 Eides up the turquois-color^d. sky, 
 
 And earthward showers chaste pledges of her bliss ; 
 
 Endymion sleeps ! Upon his ruddy lips 
 
 She prints a kiss — 
 A burning kiss, that wakes his slumber sound ! 
 ! where can lovelier nights than this be found 
 
 The wide world round ? 
 Hesperian nights alone are magic-crowned ! 
 
34 Reverie. 
 
 REVERIE. 
 
 I stood in t]ie land of Petrarch, 
 When day her banner furled ; 
 
 And watched the Twilight cross the sky. 
 With sandals dcw-impcarlcd ; 
 
 And spread her veil of iris tints. 
 Athwart a tired world. 
 
 II. 
 
 Then ancient night, swung a golden moon 
 Like a lamp, in the silver deep ; 
 
 And waved her wand, and a liost of stars 
 Opened their eyes from sleep ; 
 
 And the molten silver Arno flov/ed. 
 Like a dream by the Olive steep ! 
 
 III. 
 
 The semi-opened, blushing cups. 
 Of the Oleanders red ; 
 
Reverie. 35 
 
 And the odorous white magnolia globes, 
 
 Their balmy perfume spread ; 
 'Til th' spices of Asia were in the air 
 
 And care was a memory dead. 
 
 IV. 
 
 My soul drank deep at this banquet feast, 
 
 'Mid beauties of rarest worth ; 
 And seemed to scent the balmy fields 
 
 Of the land of its pristine birth ; 
 The earth seemed very far from Heaven, 
 
 But Heaven seemed close to earth ! 
 
36 Hark / My Soul. 
 
 HARK ! MY SOUL. 
 
 Hark ! my soul, what notes uprising. 
 Break the pensive drowse of night. 
 
 Cloistered harmonies surprising 
 
 Waking dreams of dead deliarht. 
 
 II. 
 
 In the dear old hours, vanished, 
 
 Strains like these my senses fed ; 
 
 Hours when blighting care was banished, 
 Days when youth and hope were wed. 
 
 III. 
 
 Golden hours now past forever, 
 
 Days of joy unflecked with strife. 
 
 All are gone — nor fairer, ever. 
 
 Floated from the harp of life. 
 
Hark I My Soul. 2>7 
 
 IV. 
 
 Soft ! sweet memory's chimes are ringing, 
 
 And their mellow music brings 
 Harp swept trebles, far oif singing, 
 
 And the rustling, soft, of wings. 
 
 Friendly shadows float around me, 
 (Loves that Paradise adorn,) — 
 
 Lute-like voices that have bound me, 
 From the spirit-realm are borne. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Hark ! again these strains come trooping. 
 Phalanx after phalanx deep ; 
 
 And my spirit, spent and drooping, 
 \Wakes, ah, God ! alone to weep. 
 
38 Close to the Breast of a Leaf- Laden Tree. 
 
 CLOSE TO THE BREAST OF A LEAF-LADEK 
 TREE. 
 
 Close to the breast of a leaf-laden tree 
 
 Sang a bird all atremble with woe ; 
 And he sang out his lieai't, as blood that runs free 
 
 From the side of a wounded due : 
 For his cry' was a call to his wandering mate. 
 
 Whose coming he heard not, aweary with wait, 
 By the lone nest they builded, with young love elate. 
 In day-tide and afterglow ! 
 
 II. 
 
 Sweet by my side, in her puritan grace, 
 
 Walked the maid who had gathered my love, 
 
 As a new sun foregathers new planets in space 
 From the nebulous star-dust above ! 
 
 Who drew me as sea waves arc drawn by the moon, 
 By a form as patrician as lilies in June, 
 
 By a soul set to harmonies rare as a rune 
 
 That sanctifies perfect love ! 
 
Close to the Breast of a Leaf- Laden Tree. 39 
 
 TIT. 
 
 Peace, from her eyes ^ncath their dark fringed lids, 
 
 Threw a glance that was seemly and kind, 
 i\s I asked for the guerdon that young Cnpid bids 
 
 Sonls enamored regret not to find ! 
 And I felt, us her kiss sealed forever our troth, 
 
 That the star thro' the ebher had leaned to the 
 moth. 
 And the new wine of love-life hud sparkled to froth 
 As free as the fetterless wind ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 As a sunbeam dai'ts thro' the lifting rain, 
 
 Down the niglit-light, rapid and still, 
 Came the vagrnnt, whose love-mate, with welcoming 
 strtiin. 
 Filled our hearts with an answering thrill ; 
 And his song, as it welled from the nest in the tree, 
 
 Seemed freighted with promise of joyance to be, 
 "With the largess of wonder that fell on the sea 
 
 When Venus rose naked and chill I 
 
40 Wonder if I Dare ? 
 
 WONDER IF I DARE ? 
 
 On a silk embroidered couch 
 
 Lies my lady fair, 
 0, her dainty rose-bud lips 
 
 Thrill me to my finger tips ! 
 Guess there's mischief in the air — 
 
 Wonder if I dare ? 
 
 II. 
 
 Matchless is her fairy form ! 
 
 See ! she sleeps in bliss. 
 Tho' her anger I shall share. 
 
 If I kiss her unaware. 
 Yet I've not the strength to miss 
 
 Such a stolen kiss ! 
 
Lull me to Dreams. 4^ 
 
 LULL ME TO DREAMS. 
 
 I. 
 
 Sing me a song, darling, 
 
 Witcliingly sweet, 
 While I recline, darling, 
 Here at thy ieet ; 
 Softer thy voice than the murmuring streams. 
 Oh, touch the lute-, love ! 
 My soul is mute, love- 
 Lull me to dreams ! 
 
 II. 
 
 Ah, yes, thy voice, darling, 
 
 Outvies the spheres ; 
 Taught me thou hast, dear, 
 The value of tears ; 
 Gentle art thou as the moon's silver beams. 
 Oh, raise the song, love ! 
 Let it be long, love- 
 Lull me to dreams. 
 
42 Then Worship I my Love. 
 
 THEN WOESHIP I MY LOVE! 
 
 When habited in sable black, 
 With bodice deftly moulded to her form, 
 Aud trailing skirts that flutter in the wind; 
 And beaver hat, and gloves, and jewelled whip 
 Complete her tout ensemlle ; 
 And poised with airy grace upon her steed, 
 She rides a fair Diana of the chase — 
 ^ Then I admire my love ! 
 
 II. 
 
 When garmented in satin robe, 
 
 With draperies rippling in rich folds behind, 
 
 Aud corsage laced above a chemisette of point ; 
 
 Her snowy neck and arms revealed — 
 
 (A legacy of Madame Pompadour) ; 
 
 Her wrists and ears begemmed with diamonds rare ; 
 
 And, swaying to the waltz's rhythmic swell. 
 
Then Worship I my Love. 43 
 
 S!io shows 'neath petticoats of filmy tulle 
 A roguish aukle. 
 
 Clad fittingly iu hoso of 'broidercci silk — 
 Then do I love my love ! 
 
 III. 
 
 When robod in bathing suit of amber silk. 
 That closely hugs hor moon-fed lissome form ; 
 Her golden hair unleashed from Grecian coil. 
 And rioting in perfumed opulence 
 Adown her lily neck ; 
 Her white feet naked to the moon and me. 
 Her fair arrms luring in their loveliness. 
 And, like a Nereid in the amorous surf 
 She flashes from her eyes night and the stars — 
 Then worshJ|) I my love ! 
 
44 A Maiden Fair. 
 
 A MAIDEN FAIE. 
 
 A maiden fair, beyond compare. 
 Once laughing sadly said : 
 
 ! love, to-diiy we will be gay, 
 For to-moiTOW may find us dead ! 
 
 II. 
 
 Thro' copse and brake, to silver lake, 
 'Neath frowning April skies ; 
 
 We wandered, love was in our hearts. 
 And sadness in our eyes. 
 
 III. 
 
 Wliere flowers grew of every hue, 
 
 (In sooth it was no sin ;) 
 We kist the tears and clouds away. 
 
 And kist the sunshine in ! 
 
Love Slain. 45 
 
 LOVE SLAIN. 
 
 God knows I loved you dearly, 
 
 I held you half divine : 
 I gave you once an lionest heart. 
 
 Yon told me yours was mine. 
 We met, we loved, we parted ; 
 
 Regret comes now, you say — 
 Alas, my heart is cold and dead, 
 I cannot love to-day. 
 
 II. 
 
 Yes, many moons, my lady, 
 Have waned since last we met : 
 
 In Italy our vows were pledged. 
 Where Eomance lingers yet ; 
 
 Where olive-trees and myrtle, 
 Love's secrets ne'er betray— 
 
 My heart died on its classic shores ; 
 I cannot love to-day. 
 
46 Love Slain. 
 
 III. 
 
 No tender wiles, mv lady, 
 
 Can thrill a heart that's shiiii : 
 
 No fruit of love your loveliness 
 Can bring to me again : 
 
 The trust I lavishly ]:)cstowed 
 "Was lightly cast away — 
 
 You come too late, my faith is wrecked, 
 I cannot love to-day ! 
 
She Sleeps the Sleep of Death, 47 
 
 SHE SLEEPS THE SLEEP OF DEATH. 
 
 " Wc never shall meet, love, 
 Except in the skies !" 
 
 Hood. 
 
 I. 
 
 I madly loved a high-born maid — 
 
 (She sleeps the sleep of death) 
 How oft together we have strayed 
 
 Through many a sunny sylvan glade. 
 To seek some wild romantic shade — 
 
 (She sleeps the sleep of death). 
 
 II. 
 
 Her eyes were black as the raven's wing — 
 (She sleeps the sleep of death) ; 
 
 Her breath was the balm of early Spring ; 
 Her voice was the birds' sweet caroling ; 
 
 Her songs were such as angels sing — 
 (She sleeps the sleep of death). 
 
48 She Sleeps the Sleep of DeatJi. 
 
 III. 
 
 We read the self-same mystic lore — 
 (She sleeps the sleep of death) 
 
 Could ever maiden love me more ? 
 Could ever lover more adore ? 
 
 Were over hearts so bound before ? 
 (She sleeps the sleep of death). 
 
 IV. 
 
 Farewell, thy grave with tears are wet ; 
 
 (Sleep on, the sleep of death) ! 
 ^Til sun, and moon and stars are sot, 
 
 I'll not forget, I'll not forget — 
 Farewell, thy grave with tears are wet 
 
 (Sleep ou the sleep of death). 
 
Oil Builded a Nest. 49 
 
 0! I BUILDED A NEST. 
 
 ! I builded a nest 
 
 In the golden West 
 For my love, my love of loves, 
 And her breast was as white as tlie white foam's crest. 
 And her form as the sea-nymph's be. 
 
 II. 
 
 x\nd I fled to this nest 
 In the golden West 
 With my dove, my dove of doves, 
 ! a Idss from her mouth was like wine from the 
 South, 
 And her teeth were like pearls from the sea. 
 
 III. 
 
 ! we blent in this nest 
 
 In the golden West, 
 My heart, and my heart of hearts, 
 And we swept thro' a maze of halcyon days, 
 Now linked with eternity. 
 
50 O ! I Builded a Nest. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Ah ! reft is tliis nest 
 In the golden West — 
 
 All shattered are young loves' darts. 
 In a cypress gloom lies a desolate tomb. 
 
 On the verge of a tideless sea I 
 
A Memory. 51 
 
 A MEMORY. 
 
 I. 
 
 In a land of lilicd waters, 
 
 In a land whose dark-eyed daughters 
 Sing at twilight blitlie stornellos to the strum of the 
 guitar^ 
 
 There I loved and wooed a maiden. 
 
 Lissome as a flower of Aiden — 
 ! her face was like a poem, and her spirit like a star. 
 
 II. 
 
 Bright and passionate her glances, 
 As the tropic sunbeam's lances. 
 Spell-bound was I by her beauty, filled with all a 
 lover's fire. 
 ! her voice, like zephyrs sighing. 
 Thrilled me with its soft replying. 
 For it breathed the long lost sweetness of Apollo's 
 golden lyre. 
 
52 A Memory. 
 
 III. 
 
 Now she sleepetli in the valley 
 Where the drowsy poppies dally, 
 Swaying in a slumberous cadence to the midnight's 
 mystic moan, — 
 And my heart is steeped in sorrow, 
 And my soul knows no to-morrow. 
 For each day's returning shadow finds me all the more 
 alone. 
 
• The Laddie and Lassie sae True. 53 
 
 THE LADDIE AND LASSIE SAE TRUE. 
 
 On the banks 0' the Doon lived a laddie sae brave. 
 
 And near him a lassie sae true ; 
 Their hearts were as pure as the great stars above ; 
 
 Their love it was tender and new ! 
 And aft in the gloaming, these twa went a roaming. 
 
 When dew was on flower and tree ; 
 And whispered their love by the light o^ the moon — 
 
 As canty, as canty could be. 
 
 II. 
 
 But the death angel glanced with an envious smile. 
 
 On the love that these twa bore ilk ithcr ; 
 And followed them closely ane da' as they clamb 
 
 Arm in arm thro' the woodlands thegither — 
 And bending his bow on the maiden below. 
 
 He sent forth the arrow o' fate ! 
 The lassie she died in the arms o' her laird, 
 
 The laddie he mourned for his mate. 
 
54 TJie Laddie and Lassie sae Tj'ue. 
 
 III. 
 
 Now what was the warld to this laddie sae gude. 
 
 Bereft o' his lassie sae dear ; 
 He never again trod the love beaten paths, 
 
 Wi'out shedding mony a tear — 
 Each night by her grave this laddie sae brave 
 
 Would watch ^til the dawning o' da' — 
 Ane morn he was found bending low o'er her tomb. 
 
 But his spirit had wandered awa*. 
 
Gladys. 55 
 
 GLADYS. 
 
 Fair Gladys blew me a tender kiss — 
 A kiss from lips as red as a rose — 
 
 A kiss that followed me far I wis, 
 
 Far over the moorland^s drifted snows. 
 
 II. 
 
 And with it was mingled a farewell vow — 
 A vow she pledged ^ere I galloped away — 
 
 A vow as sacred as any, I trow. 
 As Brahmin e'er made as he turned to pray. 
 
 III. 
 
 Ah ! fair was she as King Arthur's queen — 
 A queen Sir Lancelot could not gain — 
 
 A queen whose power was such, I Aveen, 
 As Troubador sang in gallant refrain. 
 
56 Gladys. 
 
 IV. 
 
 But Gladys lies in her cold, cold grave — 
 Her grave praiikt over with Asphodel — 
 
 Her grave, whose sod with my tears I lave- 
 God wot, my Gladys, I loved thee well ! 
 
/ Once Knew a Love. 57 
 
 I ONCE KNEW A LOVE. 
 
 I. 
 
 I once knew a love that was solely 
 Too fair — for the earth and its sod ; 
 
 I once knew a love that was holy 
 And pure as an angel of God. 
 
 II. 
 
 Alas ! it was cruelly slighted. 
 And cherished not 'til it did fly ; 
 
 Too tender and pure to be blighted, 
 It winged its way back to the sky. 
 
58 Gone. 
 
 GONE. 
 
 I yearn for faces that were sunshine to me ; 
 
 I long for voices that I hear no more— 
 That sent a sweet, sad rhythmic music thro' me. 
 
 And charmed with love those happy days of yore. 
 
 II. 
 
 Farewell, ye faces — poems lost forever ; 
 
 Farewell, ye voices, sweet as heavenly strain ; 
 I miss ye — there are others, but they never 
 
 Can thrill or make as glad my life again. 
 
Those Harps of Gold. 59 
 
 THOSE HARPS OF GOLD. 
 
 I. 
 
 When life was yoang. 
 
 And love was new. 
 And tlie world was not so cold — 
 
 I often sat with a hungry ear, 
 
 And heard dream-mnsic soft and clear ; 
 
 Such, I am sure, as the angels hear, 
 When they swee^^ their harps of gold ; ■ 
 Those mystical strings of gold ! 
 
 II. - 
 
 Still life is young. 
 But love is dead ! 
 
 And my heart, as death, is cold. 
 
 No more I catch, Avith hungry ear. 
 Those ravishing notes so soft, so clear — 
 God wot, those notes that the angels hear 
 
 When swept are their harps of gold ; 
 
 Those beautiful harps of gold ! 
 
6o Farewell. 
 
 FAREWELL. 
 
 Farewell, my life, my spirit's light ! 
 
 Farewell, love-iiappy years — 
 My soul is swathed in robes of night 
 
 My heart is drowned in tears ! 
 
 II. 
 
 My sky with sorrow's clouds is rife, 
 My days are full of gloom ; 
 
 In heaven my love may find its life — 
 On earth it found its tomb ! 
 
 III. 
 
 Alas, that Ave should meet to part- 
 Alas tliat love should die ; 
 
 Farewell, forever, 0, my heart — 
 0, God ! Farewell, for aye ! 
 
Our Little Life is Rounded with a Sleep 61 
 
 **OUR LITTLE LIFE IS EOUNDED WITH A 
 SLEEP." 
 
 I. 
 
 With intervals of laughter. 
 
 With intervals of song. 
 And pains that follow after. 
 
 And woe that lingers long ; 
 
 II. 
 
 With briefest hours for wooing, 
 When white arms round us cling ; 
 
 With grief o'er love's undoing. 
 When love hath taken wing ; 
 
 I III. 
 
 With intervals of working. 
 
 With intervals of sleep. 
 And death behind us lurking. 
 
 And loss of love to weep ; 
 
62 Our Little Life is Rounded with a Sleep. 
 
 IV, 
 
 So long the time for sorrow, 
 So short when joy's tlie guest, 
 
 'Tis well we find to-morrow 
 An eternity for rest ! 
 
Course of Life. 63 
 
 COUESE OF LIFE. 
 
 PART I. 
 
 " A spirit pure as hers 
 Is always pure, e'en when it errs ; 
 As sunshine broken in a rill, 
 Though turned astray, is sunshine still." 
 
 Lalla RooTch. 
 
 1. 
 
 I'm out to-day, I warn you, for the money. 
 The new suburban, in the free for all — 
 
 My, Pegasus is groomed, and feeling funny. 
 But he can get there when I make the call ; 
 
 And if you back my steed you'll take the honey. 
 But if you don't you'll let the sweetmeats fall ; 
 
 I'm going to ride to-day for all I'm worth. 
 
 And break the fastest record on the earth. 
 
 2. 
 
 Now take the rein, my winged horse, and chase 
 With me the follies on the course of life ; 
 
 We'll have to-day a most exciting race, 
 The road with interesting scenes is rife ; 
 
 We'll lead the van, and take no second place. 
 We'll visit first a beauty, soon a wife ; 
 
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 She is a Venus decked in fir.o array, 
 And lives in splendor many miles away ! 
 
 3. 
 
 The house rests like a bird's nest 'mid the hills, 
 And flowers prank the roads on either side ; 
 
 A brook, and many little mountain rills, 
 
 Make glad the landscape as they laughing glide ; 
 
 Five acres of the ground tlie owner tills. 
 Another five with fruit trees rolls in pride ; 
 
 And five around the house is rich with flowers. 
 
 And statuary, rustic seats and bowers. 
 
 4. 
 
 And hither dwells the lady sweet and fair ; 
 
 She is a dream of loveliness divine ; 
 Like skeins of sunshine falls her gulden hair. 
 
 Her form and grace vie with the classic nine ; 
 Her cheeks are red, her face is pure ;is prayer. 
 
 Her loving eyes like skies of April shine ; 
 In sooth she is the essence of completeness. 
 And rules her realm as Venus did, with sweetness. 
 
 5. 
 
 To one of wealth this lady is engaged, 
 
 He goes by the euphonious name of Brown ; 
 
 And oftentimes this maiden has enraged 
 Him sorely, by flirtations 'round the town. 
 
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 I think he will be glad wheu she is caged. 
 
 But little cares she for this prudish clown ; 
 She tolerates him simply for his gold — 
 For hearts, you know, are now days bought and sold ! 
 
 But there was one beloved by Mabel well 
 (That is, she loved as women now are able) ; 
 
 He was a most pretentious lady's swell, 
 
 With hair and moustache both as black as sable ; 
 
 This handsome, reckless youth af;ir did dwell, 
 But yet to him her love was as a cable ; 
 
 She drew him with her eyes and fond caresses. 
 
 Her little feet and decollete dresses ! 
 
 7. 
 
 ^Tvvas in the fragrant month of rosy June, 
 He came to spend a fortnight with this maid ; 
 
 The birds, and bees, and flowers were in tune. 
 And sportive zephyrs 'round the gardens play'd ; 
 
 And often, guided only by the moon, 
 Fair Mabel, and her gallant lover strayed 
 
 Beyond the call of Brown, who watched them both. 
 
 And swore (tho' to himself) an awful oath ! 
 
 8. 
 One moonlight night when Brown was rather sour. 
 Sweet Mabel and her gallant took a stroll. 
 
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 And wandered to a most secluded bower, 
 O'er-canopied with roses, on a knoll ; 
 
 It was 'tvvixt nine and ten, that witching hour. 
 When lovers kiss away their very soul ; 
 
 In fine — it was that balmy houi' of gladness, 
 
 That poets praise in love's delirous madness. 
 
 9. 
 
 She was as sweet and languishing as evrr, 
 And full of coy advances and retreats — 
 
 He was as usual loveable and clever. 
 And very close together were their seats ; 
 
 He ki5.sed her, and she said, '' I really never 
 Saw so much impudence," and yet she meets, 
 
 With her sweet lips again his black moustache. 
 
 And this time doesn't deem it very rash ! 
 
 10. 
 
 Now, was this kissing wrong ? I do not know, 
 
 Nor will I judgment pass — for I'm a sinner — 
 Although I never thought her gallant slow. 
 
 And always picked him out for place or winner- 
 He had a kind of dash which some call " go,'* 
 
 A something seldom found in a beginner, 
 A certain winning magnetizing manner 
 Which upsets people like a peeled banana. 
 
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 11. 
 
 67 
 
 12. 
 But, hark ! a step is heard upon the walk. 
 
 An unpropitious time for such a sound ; 
 And Mabel quickly whispered, " Here's that gawk, 
 
 I know liis step. It's Brown patrolling 'round ! 
 Hark ! hear him to himself in anger talk. 
 
 Go, leave me, please, if we should here be found 
 Alone together, I might tears be shedding. 
 Because next month there might not be a wedding." 
 
 13, 
 
 "\ love him not, but he's a millionaire. 
 And maybe I can help you when we're wed ; 
 
 Be quick, he's coming, hasten anywhere — 
 
 (I would I were his wife, aud he were dead) ;'' 
 
 Then down she sat in thought, or silent prayer, 
 And just as Brown called " Mabel ?" Arthur fled. 
 
68 Course of Life. 
 
 *' What do you wish ?" she answered, " I am here V 
 And pouting, struggled hard to drop a tear. 
 
 14. 
 *' Why, darling, are you sitting there alone ? 
 
 Now do not pout like that, come stroll with mo ; 
 You must excuse to-night my hasty tone. 
 
 And henceforth I will strive to better he ; 
 But Mabel, dear, I love you, and I own 
 
 That when that frisky dude with you I see ; 
 Although I know you love him not, I fret — 
 Perhaps I am a little jealous, pet !" 
 
 15. 
 *' I will not leave this spot, nor walk with you, 
 
 Unless you truly vow to frown no more ; 
 Or angry be, no matter what I do ; 
 
 You know full well, I love you and adore ! 
 So if I take a stroll with one, or two. 
 
 Say Arthur, or some other friend, or bore ; 
 I do it to be courteous, that is all. 
 And you must never blame me, love, or call V 
 
 16. 
 "• Well, well, my lovey-dovey, come along, 
 
 I will excuse you, for I know I must ; 
 I'll strive to curb my temjoer, and be strong 
 
 (You bo the broom, and I will be the dust) ; 
 
CoiLTse of Life. 69 
 
 And when I see you with a giddy throng. 
 
 Or rambling oot with Arthur, I will trust 
 That your warm heart and thoughts are all with me, 
 And that you merely go for courtesy." 
 
 17. 
 *' That's right, my precious, now I love you, dear," 
 
 And jumping up they strolled out in the night ; 
 She banished from her mind all future fear, 
 
 x\nd her ricli lover's heart with cheer was bright ; 
 He trusted her with faith that was sincere, 
 
 She lured him as a moth is lured by light — 
 And both were happy, now the tiff was o'er 
 (Alas, the world is rotten at the core) ! 
 
 IS. 
 E'en Brown, who was himself a warm defender 
 
 Of every letter in the moral code. 
 Once in a while got off upon a bender. 
 
 And wandered to a house ad own the road ; 
 And it is said, his feelings, warm and tender. 
 
 Had with a maiden there unwisely glowed ; 
 In fact, though virtue was his daily text. 
 He was as big a d — 1 as the next ! 
 
 19. 
 
 Just two nights later when the moon was beaming. 
 Sweet Mabel in a dress of lace and lawn. 
 
70 Course of Life. 
 
 With satin loops^ and pale blue ribbons streaming, 
 And floating curls like gold of early dawn ; 
 
 Walked with her lover, Arthur, sweetly dreaming. 
 And luring as fair Venus ocean-born ; 
 
 Unto an arbor decked with vines and flowers. 
 
 Where love had dallied many golden hours. 
 
 30. 
 
 Once more they sat and talked of love together. 
 Of days long past, and other days to be ; 
 
 Then it was of the moon, then of the weather. 
 Then of life, death, and deep futurity ; 
 
 But these were lightly skimmed, and in the heather, 
 A bird called to his mate up in a tree ; 
 
 He took the hint pressed closer on the seat. 
 
 So near, each heart could hear the other beat. 
 
 21. 
 
 And now, her golden curls, beneath her head. 
 Lie crushed upon his breast, her loving eyes 
 
 G.'ize sweetly into his, her lips of red 
 Feel daintily love's pressure and surprise ; 
 
 Again her rose-bud lips to his are wed. 
 
 And both drift into Love's sweet Paradise, 
 
 And all the world to them a desert seems 
 
 Compared with the elysium of their dreams. 
 
Course of Life. 71 
 
 22. 
 ! happy, bappy niglit, so full of bliss ; 
 
 0, bappy, bappy earth, and bappy stars ; 
 ! bappy, bappy dream, and happy kiss ; 
 
 ! bappy sunset, with its golden bars — 
 ! Paradise is not more sweet than this ! 
 
 There's nothing anywhere that frets or mars ; 
 Love robes the world with many gorgeous dyes, 
 And paints soft rainbows in true-lovers eyes. 
 
 23. 
 
 What would this earth be truly without love ? 
 
 What would it be without sweet cupid's arts ? 
 He tunes the happy moon and stars above ; 
 
 He regulates the fires in our hearts. 
 'Tis he that brings us peace, like white-wing'd dove ; 
 
 'Tis he that dries our eyes, when trickling starts, 
 Hot, burning tears adown our cheeks of woe. 
 Ah ! treat him well, lest he may wandering go ! 
 
 24. 
 
 Avaunt ! you moral icebergs, get you hence ! 
 
 What do you know of heart, or soul, or love ? 
 Go lock your doors and count your boarded pence. 
 
 The true gold of the heart you. know not of; 
 Yopir heart is sharp, and cold, like picket fence 
 
 All painted white ; but mine, with fires above 
 
72 Course of Life. 
 
 Is lit, and will be warm 'til life is o'er, 
 
 For Love, himself, stands watchful at the door. 
 
 25. 
 
 You ask mc if this story I have told. 
 
 Is my idea of love that's sweet and pure ; 
 
 I tell you that loves' purest, finest gold. 
 Was in these gentle, loving hearts, I'm sure. 
 
 But as for Brown, I'll own, I do not hold 
 His love was such as would for aye endure; 
 
 And though he posed a model, never fret, 
 
 He knew not even love's pure alphabet ! 
 
 26. 
 
 Of all the people on this mundane sphere, 
 I hate a sneak, and carping hypocrite ; 
 
 And from them both, God wot, I always stuer. 
 For neither have a modicum of wit ; 
 
 There are no names to call them too severe ; 
 Of common-sense they never had a bit. 
 
 E'en what I've said sings far too high their praises. 
 
 So they can go to , I mean to blazes ! 
 
 27. 
 'Tis better to be clever, honest, wood. 
 
 In dismal swamp, than piece of pine veneered. 
 E'en though within a bridal chamber stood, 
 
 Deceiving, hoping thus to be revered : 
 
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 For God's sake, by the world be understood, 
 
 Have dignity, if yon would be endeared ; 
 In other words, you'd better live and die 
 Just what you are, than prove a life-long lie ! 
 
 28. 
 Excuse this burst of temper, 0, my friends. 
 
 Believe me, you would like me, if we met ; 
 I am not one who shamingly pretends, 
 
 And often have my eyes with tears been wet ; 
 All ! pride I have, but oftentimes it bends. 
 
 And I've known troubles that have made me fret ; 
 But still I strive to be just what I am. 
 And for this world I do not care a damn ! 
 
 29. 
 
 It is the next I'm looking for, in sooth 
 I've not found many roses here below ; 
 
 It seems to me I've had a wasted youth. 
 
 And yet my hair is dark and free from snow. 
 
 But two and thirty years are mine in truth. 
 And yet my heart is heavy oft with woe. 
 
 ! for one honest friend, one leal and true ; 
 
 My dog's the only one I ever knew ! 
 
 30. 
 My dog, aye, Nora's with me when I rise — 
 She's with me when I go at night to bed ; 
 
74 Course of Life. 
 
 Stands, watches, with her dark-brown liquid eyes,- 
 For e'en the slightest sign from hand or head. 
 
 On rug of fur, at night, she sleeping lies. 
 
 So still you'd almost think that she was dead ; 
 
 But if I stir, she gives her tail a shake. 
 
 Stands, looks into my face, on guard, awake ! 
 
 31. 
 
 She takes my letters for me to the mail, 
 And happy seems each order to obey ; 
 
 And when she's thro', wags thrice her shaggy tail. 
 Then prances like a kitten, full of play. 
 
 She follows me with watchful eye thro' dale 
 And meadow, or wherever I may stray ; 
 
 For we enjoy this golden, autumn weather. 
 
 And many rambles have we had together ! 
 
 32. 
 
 Acquaintances are plenty, friends are few. 
 And very rich, indeed, he who has one ; 
 
 He is as rich as Croesus who has two ; 
 But such things rarely happen 'neath the sun ! 
 
 ]\ly dog is at my side, and seems to sue 
 For some attention, and as 1 have done 
 
 With this short story, I cannot refrain ! 
 
 Come, Nora ! go and bring my hat and cane ! 
 
Cotirse of Life. 75 
 
 PART II. 
 
 " O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright ! 
 It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night 
 Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear — " 
 
 Shakesyeare, 
 
 1. 
 
 Ho, slave ! bring forth the royal steed again. 
 His golden housing don, and silver chains ; 
 
 Look to his wings, groom well his fiery mane ; 
 His silken bridle use and velvet reins — 
 
 We ]'ide in joomp to-day across the plain 
 Unto a realm where wealth and beauty reigns. 
 
 The hour is Lite, I must at once away ! 
 
 What ! ho, there, slave ! bring forth the steed, I say. 
 
 2. 
 
 Aye ! here he is, whoa, Pegasus, be still ! 
 
 Be quick, you swarthy imp, and lead him near ; 
 There, steady now, my fiery one, until 
 
 I'm mounted, then athwart the plain we'll steer ; 
 I'll give yoa rein, and you may have your will, 
 
 There's nothing on this earth we need to fear ; 
 We're out again to break the fastest time 
 That ever has been made in any clime. 
 
76 Course of Life 
 
 One leap, and he is olf ; now swift we fly. 
 
 My conscience how he sweeps along the way ! 
 Wlioa ! keep thy speed, we'll need it by and by. 
 
 Quite soon we'll reach the castle, old and gray 
 Where dwells a queen, whose beauty none deny. 
 
 She is as fair as moonbeams, vvhen at play 
 Ul')on a silver cascade decked with flowers. 
 Where wood-nymphs dally thro' Night's golden hours. 
 
 i^nd here's the grove, the land is long and wide. 
 With silvery lakes and flowers dispread to please 
 
 (My Pegasus is prancing plumed with pride) 
 The evening's fresh, and spicy is the breeze ; 
 
 Like flying clouds before the wind we glide, 
 'Midst beauty spreading out in wildering seas ; 
 
 But soft, swL'ct muhio greets my thirsty ear ; 
 
 Now for the brilliant fete, the Castle's near. 
 
 Within the p;dace all is joy to-night ; 
 
 Out in the garden golden lamps are lit 
 Within the trees, and all around is Jight, 
 
 And up and down the masqucraders flit ; 
 On flowery banks are purple cushions bright. 
 
 And many lovely ladies on them sit ; 
 
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 And 'round them gallants gather thick as flies, 
 And everyone has donned some strange disguise. 
 
 6. 
 See yonder beauty with those coal-black eyes 
 
 And floating hair, with costly diamonds crown'd ; 
 Dressed in a silken robe, blue as the skies. 
 
 And loose, silk amber-trousers neatly wound 
 la at the ankles, and with sweet surprise 
 
 Upon her bare feet saffron sandals bound ? 
 She is the queen ! but no one dreams that she. 
 Is masquerading as her subjects be ! 
 
 7. 
 She bade the throng good night an hour ago, 
 
 And all supposed that she was weary worn 
 And had retired to peaceful sleep ; but no, 
 
 "Within her chamber, nimbly as a fawn. 
 She changed her state apparel, and the glow 
 
 Of deep excitement in her breast was born, 
 For she had in her mind resolved to lay 
 Aside her grandeur, and for once be gay ! 
 
 No one knew whom she was, and she was free 
 To stroll, and flirt, and do whate'er she pleased ; 
 
 And many a courtier who had bent his knee 
 To her before the throne, now gently seized 
 
yS Course of Life. 
 
 Her lily hand without that dignity. 
 
 And with their lips, her own lips gently teased — 
 Indeed she loved so much the sweet attention 
 Of these young knights, she made but slight dissen- 
 sion. 
 
 9. 
 
 A Jhandsome knight, who dearly loved the queen. 
 Now strolled up to her, though he knew her not. 
 
 And said, with smiling eye and gallant mien, 
 ** The fairest rose in all the garden plot ; 
 
 Tliis is the first your loveliness, Tve seen. 
 Let^s take a stroll to yon fair flowery spot.'* 
 
 She gently bowed and took his proffered arm. 
 
 Which seemed to her filled with magnetic charm. 
 
 10. 
 They strolled and talked, she seemed to reel with bliss. 
 
 The knight she recognized and loved him, too — 
 And when he sealed her lips with gentle kiss. 
 
 She felt the shock electric through and through — 
 *' How much do queens and stately ladies miss !"' 
 
 She said unto herself — "This life is new !" 
 And when he kissed her rosy-lips again. 
 Without reserve she kissed him back amain. 
 
 11. 
 
 He, too, with her sweet innocence was charmed. 
 And gently led her to a flowery bed ; 
 
Course of Life. 79 
 
 And there tliey sat, like ships at sea becalmed, 
 And hugged and kissed like couple newly wed ; 
 
 He kissed her 'til she nlmost grew alarmed. 
 But too delirious she to have much dread ; 
 
 He kissed her feet, her limbs, her- neck of snow, 
 
 How many times the flowers only know ! 
 
 12. 
 
 And when at length their dalliance was o'er, 
 They strolled again among the happy throng; 
 
 And when they reached at last the castle door. 
 She said, " Sir Knight, excuse me, and 'ere long 
 
 I'll come again " — yet she returned no more, 
 But fled nnto her chamber, with a song 
 
 Of love, so pure aud tender in her breast. 
 
 It lulled her to sweet dreams, that night, to rest ! 
 
 13. 
 
 'Twas late next morning when the queen awoke, 
 And after her rich toilet h;id been made. 
 
 She placed an amber silk embroidered cloak 
 
 About her shoulders, then knelt down and prayed. 
 
 It may be that her conscience did provoke 
 
 This prayer, for sins last evening in the glade ; 
 
 But if it did, she prayed but half a minute. 
 
 Mayhap because her sin had such bliss in it I 
 
8o Course of Life. 
 
 14. 
 She then arose, wiilked to another room. 
 
 All garnished with appointments rich and rare ; 
 Where at one end a fountain of perfume 
 
 Threw off its fragrance on the drowsy air ; 
 She washed within it, and a fresher bloom 
 
 Seemed spread o^er hands and face already fair ; 
 Then on a 'broidered couch of velvet pink. 
 She laid down, like a sunbeam pure, to think ! 
 
 15. 
 
 Then with a dreamy languor, touched a bell, 
 
 Upon a polished table by her side ; 
 The maid in waiting understood it well. 
 
 And soft as shadow to the queen did glide ; 
 " Ah ! ever faithful Zadee, prithee tell 
 
 The captain of the guard I would confide 
 A message to him of importance great. 
 In reference to some matters of the State." 
 
 16. 
 
 Away to do her bidding Zadee sped. 
 
 And soon before the queen the captain stood ; 
 
 She resting still upon her velvet bed, 
 
 A dream of every essence sweet and good ; 
 
 He bent his knee, then kist her hand and said, 
 "0 ! queen, that mortal must be made of wood 
 
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 Who fchrillecl not when your beauty met his eyes 
 (Eve's fairest child this side of Paradise !)" 
 
 17. 
 '' You flatter, knight/' the gracious queen replied, 
 
 " Last evening at the fete, you loyed a maid 
 In Turkish costume, who sat by your side 
 
 And listened to the compliments you paid. 
 She was a woman full of love and pride, 
 
 And loved you, ah, too much so in the glade ; 
 Unable her warm passions to control. 
 She kissed and kissed away her heart and soul. 
 
 18. 
 '' And what to-day, care you for that poor child ? 
 
 (You men are fickle as the summer wind ;) 
 Now come, Sir Knight, since you her heart beguiled, 
 
 I doubt if one stray thought has crossed your mind 
 About her ; yet, I know, jDure, undefiled 
 
 She is as any lady you can find ; 
 She gave to you an honest, trusting heart. 
 And you but acted out a selfish part. 
 
 19. 
 
 " Don't look surprised, this maiden well I know, 
 I have the very suit she wore near by ; 
 
 Her heart burns for you with an ^Etna's glow. 
 And many times this morn I've heard her sigh." 
 
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 " Hold, qnocn !" the captain said, " nor further go- 
 
 For that fair maid to-day, I'd gladly die. 
 Although I know her not, nor e'en her name, 
 She fled the fete as strangely as she came. 
 
 20. 
 
 " Fair queen, pray grant that she and I may meet, 
 That I may prove my love and constancy ; 
 
 My heart for her shall never cease to beat ; 
 I love her for her innocence and glee." 
 
 *' Your wish I'll honor, knight, pray take a seat. 
 And if you look with watchful care at me. 
 
 Your little Turkish maid will then be seen; 
 
 I am to you the maid — and not the queen !" 
 
 21. 
 " 0, Heaven ! can it be possible, and may 
 
 I love you as I love my very life ? 
 Your Slightest wish my pleasure to obey, 
 
 My greatest bliss to crown you as my wife. 
 
 ! love, break not my dream, sweet, only say 
 That it is true, and life with joy is rife ; 
 
 1 love you not, 0, queen ! for thione or power. 
 But for your own dear self — my passion flower V* 
 
 22. 
 
 He sprang and kist her where she folded lay 
 All temptingly, and smoothed her classic head ; 
 
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 She did not faint, nor even say him "nfiy/^ 
 But gave her heart and soul to him instead ; 
 
 He loved her in the good old-fashioned way. 
 
 She loved him, ^til with love she was most dead ; 
 
 Ay ! both drank deeply Loves^ unstinted measure. 
 
 And seemed translated to the Isle of Pleasure. 
 
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 PART III. 
 
 "Advice is as plentiful as spring flowers, 
 But not always as odoriferous." 
 
 " Nothing more true than not to trust your senses 
 And 3'et what are your other evidences ?" 
 
 Byron. 
 
 1. 
 
 Who never marries does exceeding well ; 
 
 Who marries once sometimes regrets the splice ; 
 Who marries twice is under fatal spell, 
 
 Eegrets too late and sells at any j)rice ; 
 Who marries thrice has lost all dread of hell, 
 
 Pardonncz-moi, though this be far from nice, 
 The fact is true ; but if you should deny it. 
 Why go into the world and bravely try it ! 
 
 2. 
 
 How seldom on this circling ball is seen 
 
 A true, self-abnegating, loving wife ; 
 " Like angel's visits, hw and far between'' 
 
 They are ; God's blessing rest upon them rife ! 
 How do I know ? by observation keen. 
 
 God gave it me, I've used it all my life ; 
 Here is a thought, dear reader, to i-emember, 
 Good wives are scarce as violets in Decembei". 
 
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 3. 
 
 The gentle voice of loving wife or maid, 
 
 Is like Apollo's lyre, sweet and low ; 
 The rasping of a grumbling wife or jade 
 
 Is like the cawing of a carrion crow — 
 The preference for the crow must here be made. 
 
 As many men and weary husbands know ; 
 Unable to shut up, like dinner knives. 
 Are all these bilious, scolding maids and wives. 
 
 4. 
 
 'Tis easier to bend a forest oak 
 
 Than to convince a '* ranter " she is wrong ; 
 The last word would be her's tho' she should choke ; 
 
 Iler tongue is so unmerciful and long ; 
 Her temper under headway would provoke 
 
 An angel schooled in Heaven to peace and song ; 
 Good Lord, deliver me from a virago ! 
 I scorn them as Othello did lago ! 
 
 But no man ever lived upon the earth 
 Who loved a gentle woman more than I ; 
 
 Far more than wealth I hold a heart of worth ; 
 Far more than diamonds rare, an honest sigh. 
 
 God bless them, for to-day there is a dearth ! 
 God spare them, for too soon from us they fly ; 
 
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 Ay, like life's sweetest things their stay is brief, 
 And that is why this world has so much grief ! 
 
 6. 
 
 "A laugh/' said Lamb, 'Ms worth a hundred groans 
 In any market — '* and I hold it true ; 
 
 I'like to laugh, and sing and shake my bones. 
 For I from babyhood on laughter grew ; 
 
 If you like babbling tongues and direful moans. 
 Why have them ! I will never quarrel with you. 
 
 But as for me I never give them quarter, 
 
 I hate them as does Satan holy water ! 
 
 7. 
 
 But IVe a little story I would tell 
 And have digressed, so will at once begin ; 
 
 But when I moralize sometimes I dwell 
 
 Too long, mayhap, so please excuse the sin ; 
 
 It makes variety, I like it well. 
 
 But if you don't it will not make me thin ; 
 
 For I but little care about your censures 
 
 And suit myself in literary ventures, 
 
 8. 
 Two sisters lived not very far away, 
 
 Jane's face was as repellant as a crow. 
 But that of Maud was like the ripjsling play 
 
 Of sunbeams on a ]3ank of virgin snow. 
 
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 Jane's disposition was remote from gay, 
 
 Her heart had never known a fervent glow ; 
 Maud's temperament was loving, chaste and sweet. 
 Born in a heart of more than tropic heat ! 
 
 9. 
 
 Both of the girls were young and lovers had. 
 And both a fortune claimed in their own right ; 
 
 Jane's lover, like herself, was wisely sad. 
 But Maudes intended was a happy wight ; 
 
 Ay, Maud and William every day were glad, 
 
 But Jane and George scarce knew of pure delight; 
 
 They claimed one should be sad to be religious. 
 
 But Maud and AVilliam thought this quite prodigious! 
 
 10. 
 Yes, Jane was meek, George was a bashful gawk ; 
 
 'Twus said he w.-is too modest to embrace 
 A bare idea, and she refused to walk 
 
 O'er a potato field in any place ! 
 And oftentimes her face grew white as chalk 
 
 At stories of the wicked world and base ; 
 All things " off shade " were by these lovers scouted ; 
 One would have thought that wings on both had 
 sprouted. 
 
 11. 
 
 But Maud and William, bless them, roamed at will 
 Where e'er they wished, and had a happy time ; 
 
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 And love's intoxicating magic thrill 
 
 Oft touclied their heart and gave them dreams sub- 
 lime, 
 1'liey drank at pleasure's fountain, had their fill. 
 
 Got married, wandered to a foreign clime ; 
 And live to-day as happy as can be, 
 Blessed with a b;iby-girl — in Italy ! 
 
 12. 
 
 But Jane and George had different fortune quite ; 
 
 She loaned her money to him in the fall, 
 A week before the wedding, and one night 
 
 He vanished, like a dream, to Montroid ! 
 She foamed as if from hydrophobic bite, 
 
 And vengeance from high heaven down did call ; 
 He laughed, and thought the escapade quite racy. 
 And drives out now with Keenan and DeLacey ! 
 
 13. 
 
 But I've not finished yet, my story for you, 
 AVhen Jane was o'er her paroxysmal grief ; 
 
 Some things she did with which I will not bore you. 
 It may bring to your patience some relief ? 
 
 For thci-e Avere things that might with horror floor you, 
 And turn you skeptical with unbelief; 
 
 So I will simply say she wrote abroad 
 
 And told the story to her sister, Maud. 
 
Course of Life. 89 
 
 14. 
 
 And soon there came reply, a perfumed letter, 
 
 Inviting Jane to liaste across the sea ; 
 And also there was in it, which was better. 
 
 Five hundred pounds for an emergency ; 
 And that her troubles might not further fret her. 
 
 The letter said, " When you're in Italy, 
 I'll settle OQ you, Jane, ten thousand more." 
 Now wasn't Maud a sister to adore ! 
 
 15. 
 
 Jane happy grew, and made swift preparation ; 
 
 Her face was wreathed in smiles the day she sailed; 
 She had forgiven George and his relation ; 
 
 Religion, as slie understood it, failed ! 
 She's happy now as any in creation. 
 
 And none arc by her prudery assailed ; 
 She has a little boy, and loves him dearly. 
 Who gets from Montreal a present yearly ! 
 
 16. 
 
 I know I shall bo excommunicated 
 
 By Mother Grundy for what's written here ; 
 
 Thank God ! I'm not with her and hers related, 
 'Twere better for their souls — to drop a tear ! 
 
 Disown me, ! ye hypocrites sin-mated. 
 Still I love Love and Charity sincere ; 
 
90 Course of Life. 
 
 I'll take my chances with you when we meet 
 In that last clay — before the judgment seat I 
 
 17. 
 
 My story's finished : waiter, haste, I say ! 
 
 Bring forth the Piper Heidsic, good and cold ; 
 You goody, goody people kneel and pray, 
 
 For one who has gone widely from the fold ; 
 I could not if I would, be aught but gay. 
 
 E'en though I have a paucity of gold ; 
 Gray sages say that wealth brin^^^s many a curse ; 
 Lay on Macduff, I'll try the plethoric purse ! 
 
 18. 
 A health to one I honor — now I'll drink. 
 
 He is a gentleman, all will agree 
 AVho know him, for there's not a single kink 
 
 To pick at in his personality ; 
 I never saw him at a lady wink ; 
 
 Nor go off on a lark or Jambourie ; 
 Ah ! see the champagne foam; bang goes the cork ; 
 Here's to Hugh Grant, the Sheriff of New York ! 
 
 19. 
 Do you remember. Grant, a year last summer, . 
 
 You met me with one of your horses fleet 
 In Central Park, I, with my gelding hummer. 
 
 Was very glad yourself and horse to meet ; 
 
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 I asked you what you drove, a skate or bummer ? 
 
 You said, T tliink, but cannot now repeat 
 The words exactly, but you meant to guy me 
 And started up at once to travel by me ! 
 
 20, 
 " When Greek meets Greek, then comes the tug of war,'» 
 
 Onr horses moved so swift they fairly flew ; 
 For both were fast and mettle to the core, 
 
 And Seventh avenue was soon in view ! 
 I led you by some fifty feet or more ; 
 
 'Til suddenly a big policeman drew 
 His club and swearing said, " He'd make it hot 
 For me " but I swept by him like a shot ! 
 
 21. 
 
 Ho quickly blew his whistle, shrill and loud — 
 
 And as we dashed 'round carriages amain. 
 Out of the Park wrapt in a dusty cloud 
 
 Two mounted " Peelers '' sprang for me again ; 
 " The Sheriff scared my horse," I cried aloud. 
 
 And whistled by, for you they'd not detain 
 I knew a single minute, for you make 'em. 
 And can as easily at pleasure break 'em ! 
 
 22. 
 We both reined in, the " mounts " scowled black at me 
 
 To you they smiled, and waved their hands, and 
 bowed ; 
 
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 I laughed and laughed for great security 
 
 Was mine, for well I knew tlieir souls were cowed ; 
 
 They could not take me in and let you be ! 
 And so to travel on we were allowed ; 
 
 So much for driving fast with one in power; 
 
 I thank you, Sheriff, to this very hour. 
 
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 PART IV. 
 
 " There's beggary in the love than can be reckon'd." 
 
 Sliakesi^eare. 
 
 " I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, 
 Where oxUps and the nodding violet grows." 
 
 Midsummer- Mg7it's Dream,. 
 
 "The roses of love glad the garden of life." 
 
 Byron. 
 
 1. 
 
 Once more, my winged steed, a dash we'll take 
 
 Unto a happy flowery ocean vale ; 
 The splashing, diamond-flashing waters break 
 
 Against the rock-ribbed coast with human wail ; 
 The birds from morn 'til night, soft music wake. 
 
 And tune their pipes to strains that never fail 
 To charm the wanderer who may hither stray. 
 To dream a golden hour or two away ! 
 
 2. 
 Agleam with beauty on the rocky ledges, 
 
 Fair ocean-flowers grow with chaste surprise ; 
 The shepherd's purse the dainty sea-pink pledges. 
 
 And woos her with his dewy, dreamy eyes ; 
 Eich ferns and honeysuckles 'gem the hedges. 
 
 And nodding foxgloves from the mosses rise ; 
 
94 Coiu'se of Life. 
 
 And many other flowers — fair to see, 
 Bedeck this vale — with prodigality. 
 
 3. 
 A gentle youth each golden afternoon 
 
 "Was wont to ramble to this blissful place 
 And listen dreamily to each sweet rune, 
 
 Piped by the happy birds with rhythmic grace ; 
 Upon a bank of thyme near a lagoon, 
 
 He'd talk with birds and flowers face to face. 
 They loved him, and sweet stories he could tell 
 About them — for he understood them well ! 
 
 4. 
 
 lie knew their mystic language — and each day 
 They whispered secrets to him strange and new ; 
 
 And many he invited there to stray. 
 
 But none a single sentence could construe. 
 
 Some thought they something heard but went away, 
 Nor cared to try again — ahis ! liow few 
 
 Have souls attuned so Gnely that each word 
 
 Is known, that falls from flower, stream or bird. 
 
 5. 
 Ah, reader, yours the loss if you have never 
 
 Held converse with the birds, and flowers, and 
 streams ; 
 And rocks, and trees, and happy stars that ever 
 Link destinies beyond this land of dreams; 
 
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 The time will come when you will regret forever 
 
 This sad neglecting — for sweet nature teems 
 With healing words of comfort from above — 
 Writ by G-od's finger — dipped in wells of love ! 
 
 6. 
 
 ! go to Nature — listen patiently, 
 And when your heart is ready to receive. 
 
 She will reveal to yon each mystery, 
 
 But you must learn to wonder and believe ; 
 
 Go with a heart of love and purity ; 
 
 She^ll gently teach you when to smile and grieve ; 
 
 And many wondrous things, unknown before. 
 
 Spelled everywhere in heaven's mystic lore ! 
 
 7. 
 One day this youth besought a gentle maiden 
 
 As pure as sunbeam on a throne of prayer ; 
 Or fairest moon-kist lily bell of Aiden, 
 
 A loving cliild of Nature — heavenly fair — 
 To go with him ; so hand in hand they strayed in 
 
 This valley with its beauties rich and rare ; 
 And wandered to the lake — all silver-breasted — 
 And on a bank of wild thyme gently rested. 
 
 8. 
 The flowers rarer seem'd, the birds sang sweeter. 
 The youth talked with them both — the maiden heard; 
 
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 And discoursed with them, too — in dulcet metre, 
 And knew of tlicir sweet language every word ; 
 
 They joined their hands and lips — the hours fleeter 
 Went by on rosy wings — and never bird 
 
 Sang lovelier to his mate than she to him. 
 
 For she had voice as pure as seraphim. 
 
 9. 
 
 And thus they dallied thro' (he golden hours ; 
 
 All Nature was to them was an open book ; 
 The birds and flowers were happier in their bowers. 
 
 The sun with gold immersed trees, lake and brook ; 
 The spray broke brightly on the rocks in showers, 
 
 The waves receding rife with laughter shook,, 
 Love shot his arrows thro' the perfumed air 
 And life seem'd pure as white soul'd nun at prayer. 
 
 10. 
 
 When love is in the heart, then in the eyes 
 An iris beam from heaven softly glows ; 
 
 This sad old earth seems robed in gorgeous dyes. 
 And blooms and blo.?soms sweetly as the rosy ; 
 
 Valhalla, soul created, 'round us lies. 
 And joy from many a crystal fountain flows, 
 
 Adream with love, life chords to perfect rhyme. 
 
 And earth becomes a dwelling-place sublime. 
 
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 11. 
 
 And thus it was with these two — pure of heart, — 
 They loved and roamed each afternoon awhile ; 
 
 Unto tliis vale — joined never more to part, — 
 And life to them was fair as angels' smile ; 
 
 Their humble home was near a busy mart, 
 Yet 'til they died their hearts were free from guile ; 
 
 Love led their footsteps, peace their pillows laid. 
 
 And children, fair as morning, 'round them play'd. 
 
 12. 
 This simple story — dearest reader, mine, — 
 
 Is true, as well as all the others told ; 
 This last one speaks of love that is divine, 
 
 And dies not when the grassy churchyard mould 
 Grows o'er its house of clay ; for it will shine 
 
 And blossom sweeter, purer, many-fold, 
 When in its pristine home — beyond the spheres. 
 Where sorrows come not — or earth's bitter tears. 
 
98 Kara Aly. 
 
 KARA ALY. 
 
 CANTO I. 
 
 *' I am no pilot ; yet, wert thou as far 
 As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, 
 I would venture for such merchandise." 
 
 Slialces'peare. 
 
 1. 
 
 Throngli royal pomp of purple cloud and gold. 
 The suu had sunk behind the mountains old 
 Of the Caucasus — famed in years agone 
 For vasty caves, where lovely maids were borne 
 And booty of all kind away was stored 
 By many a robber chief and valiant horde. 
 
 2. 
 
 The eve was calm, and gentle was the breeze; 
 The crescent moon climbed slowly o'er the trees 
 And washed their leaves with silver, and the stream. 
 That bathed the mountain's feet, flowed like a dream 
 Into a lucid lake, whose grassy bed 
 Was by its waters to deep greenness fed. 
 
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 3. 
 
 A maiden of a neighboring Arab band. 
 Whose father ruled the tribe with iron hand, 
 Was wont each liight, alone, thro' copse and br.'iko 
 To roam down to the margin of the lake. 
 An Emir's handsome son she here would meet, 
 And winged with love, the little Arab feet 
 Would speed her swiftly to his waiting arms ; 
 The haven of her love and all its charms ! 
 
 4. 
 
 Hark ! hear you not the sound of hoofs near by; 
 Brave Kossa comes, the Emir's son is nigh ; 
 Tiie green tents of his tribe are left behind. 
 And on his desert mare, swift as the wind. 
 He rides, nor cares for nought save she ho loves, 
 His star of stars, his gentle dove of doves — 
 Nor swifter speeds he to the battle's shock 
 Than now to her. See how from rock to rock 
 Bounds on his steed, until the lake is gained; 
 And not 'til then that foam-lashed steed is reined. 
 
 With easy grace he leaps upon the ground. 
 Removes the turban 'round his temples wound ; 
 
lOO Kara Aly. 
 
 Stands, shades his eyes, examines every pass. 
 Then satisfied, throws down upon the grass 
 His simitar, and waits impatient near 
 Tlic try sting place, fond Fazry's voice to hear. 
 She comes, he forward springs with amorous zest 
 And folds this desert rose-bud to his breast. 
 
 The willowy step, the laugh, the dusky cheek. 
 The raven curl and sparkling eye bespeak 
 A grace and wondrous beauty; such I ween 
 As rarely in this world is ever seen. 
 Great Allah must have kist her, for the trace 
 Of mystic sweetness glowed in limbs and face ! 
 Close to his heart, beneath the moon's pale beams, 
 Lost in the wild extravagaiice of dreams, 
 Their troth was plighted, and the hour of bliss 
 Was sealed with many a warm and fervent kiss. 
 
 7. 
 
 " My darling," Kossa said, with trace of pain, 
 
 '' They say that Kara Aly's back again !" 
 
 '' Wh;it ! back so soou; I thought him far away ?" 
 
 '' And so he was, but he returned to-day ; 
 
 Our tribes must join and drive him from his hold 
 
 Within the mountains, for he's grown so bold 
 
Kara Aly. loi 
 
 And daring, and become so wide a ranger, 
 Onr homes and flocks are in the greatest danger. 
 And Fazry, 0, my precious one, my sweet, 
 Wo must not longer by this water meet. 
 For ho has spies who will be lurking 'round ; 
 And if they should report such beauty found 
 In happy tryst with mc, 'twould greatly please. 
 For we, you know, arc long sworn enemies. 
 And he, some night would from his fastness roam 
 And bear you back a captive to his home, 
 To lead a life, ah, darling! worse than death; 
 And I, of course, would spend my latest breath 
 In your defense; but what could one arm do 
 Against this man and his bold robber crew ? 
 So we must take precaution while we may. 
 And trust to Allah for a reckoning day !" 
 
 Then leaning placed his turban on his head,' 
 And raised his blade up from its grassy bed 
 Where he had placed it, then said, '^ 0, my fate, 
 We must away the hour is waxing late !" 
 Once more he pressed her to his boating heart. 
 And showered her Avith kisses, loath to part. 
 A gentler dalliance Allah ne'er had given. 
 Their lives were half on earth and half in heaven. 
 
I02 Kara Aly. 
 
 9. 
 
 They linger still, 0, bitter, bitter fate ! 
 
 Why do they tarry 'til it is too late ? 
 
 See from yon hill, an old man trudges down 
 
 Leaning upon a cane, a long dark gown 
 
 Falls from his shoulders to his knees below. 
 
 And on his locks, as white as mountain snow, 
 
 A turban rests, and as he draws more near 
 
 His face grows darker, but his eye more clear. 
 
 On still he comes, and as he closer draws. 
 
 And sees the youth and maid, he stops to pause. 
 
 As if surprised that he should see them there. 
 
 Then jn-esses on, and when he reaches where 
 
 Brave Ko: sa and his Fazry were, he said : 
 
 " May Alkih's blessing rest upon thy head 
 
 Proud chief— and also on thy mate ! 
 
 Your pardon for my presence! I aw;iit. 
 
 Here by the lake, my son, young Saraband, 
 
 Who is a warrior in Ben Ali's band. 
 
 Mayhap you know him, or have heard his name ? 
 
 He is a leader of some little fame !" 
 
 10. 
 
 " I know him not," said Kossa, '' but have heard 
 Of his exploits, his name's a rallying word ; 
 
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 He is as brave a chief as e'er did wage 
 A bloody war, and your declining age 
 Must be most happy made by such a one ; 
 My heart is with you, father, and your son !" 
 
 11. 
 
 " I thank you noble youth, you please me well. 
 And if you deem me not too bold, pray tell 
 Your name, for surely you must be 
 A chief yourself of some celebrity ! 
 One who would be the last the field to fly; 
 I read it in your dress, your face, your eye/* 
 '' Good father, hear, I trust for honor's sake. 
 If nothing more, I'd be the last to break 
 The ranks and flee, to seek a safe retreat ! 
 No, never, father — while this heart shall beat — 
 I am a chief, but naught about my fame 
 Have I to say — and Kossa is my name." 
 
 12. 
 
 " What ! daring Kossa, th' proud Emir's son ? 
 Thy fame is bright, and many a field you've won 
 The name of Kossa's famous far and near, 
 Mine is the honor, chief, to meet you here ! 
 But tell me, prithee, 'ere I further go. 
 Is Kara Aly back — our mortal foe ? 
 
I04 Kara Aly. 
 
 1 heard to-night ho had been seen again 
 With many of his followers on the plain !" 
 
 13. 
 
 "Aye, he is back ! but brief his stay, I trust; 
 
 I hope 'ere long to make him bite the dust !" 
 
 '' Wliat ! will you give him war ?" *' Aye, that I will ! 
 
 And when I've done methinks he'll have his fill 
 
 Of war, and gladly sue for peace. 
 
 "lis time, high time, his ravages should cease." 
 
 14. 
 
 " And yet I'm told he is not bad at heart. 
 And has been known to act the clever part 
 Foil many times, and only strikes at those 
 "Whom he considers strong and deadly foes ; 
 He is to some a contradiction sure. 
 Subdues the arrogant, protects the poor ; 
 A tiger fierce to-day, to-morrow mild. 
 And gentle, so they say, ns little child !" 
 
 15. 
 
 ** I care not what they say, my hate i-s dire ; 
 I would to-night I saw his funeral pyre 
 "With him upon it. I would humbly claim 
 The privilege to start the lurid flame. 
 
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 T wish, alone, this renegade would grace 
 My pathway, then we'd settle, face to face, 
 Our little feud of over twelve months growth ; 
 Then one of us might live, but never both." 
 
 16. 
 
 '' Talk lower, chief, some spy may linger near. 
 
 And Kara Aly, should he ever hear 
 
 Your wish alone to meet him, would agree; 
 
 For he was never known a foe to flee !" 
 
 " I care not who may hear, each word is true; 
 
 I would that ho was nigh, to hear them, too T 
 
 17. 
 
 "Thy wish is granted, Kossa, free from bands. 
 Before thee Kara Aiy single stands !" 
 And quick as lightning from his shoulders threw 
 The long dark gown that hid his form from view; 
 Then swiftly flashed his blade, and said with pride, 
 " Now, Kossa, on thy guard, I will not chide 
 Thee for thy length of tongue; but haste, I pray. 
 And lead that lovely maid some lengths away." 
 
 18. 
 
 Brave was the Emir's son — but such surprise 
 Made him most doubt the scene before his eyes. 
 
io6 Kara Aly. 
 
 He backward sprang and upward flashed his blade, 
 
 Tlicn toward a thicket led the fainting maid, 
 
 Wh<\, half revived, began to sob aud cry, 
 
 "0 ! Kossa, from this dreaded chieftian fly V 
 
 No time had he to counsel words of cheer. 
 
 But hiid her gently on the grassy mere ; 
 
 Then sprang back at his foe, who like a rock 
 
 Stood on his guard, and ready for the shock ! 
 
 But in his leap, ah, sad the fate to tell. 
 
 He slipped and lost his guard and slightly fell ; 
 
 And quick and fierce as tiger for the fray 
 
 The fiery mountain chief sprang on his prey. 
 
 And closing, wounded deeply in tb.e side 
 
 The Emir's son — alas, the rent is wide, 
 
 And freely bleeds, — ah, Kossa, fur too strong 
 
 Thy foe for thee alone to right thy wrong 
 
 19. 
 
 Now Kara Aly swift advantage found. 
 
 And forced the struggling Kossa to the ground ; 
 
 Then swift as wild-cat, springing up, he pressed 
 
 His heavy foot upon the heaving breast. 
 
 And flashing toward his throat the bloody blade. 
 
 Cried, " Kossa, I have ne'er before delayed 
 
 To take a life, but if you ask of me 
 
 For mercy, T will freely give it thee; 
 
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 Although I know, were I now in your place. 
 You'd ne'er extend to mo an equal grace ! 
 Now sue for mercy, or I truly swear 
 To end your proud existence lying there ! " 
 
 20. 
 
 No answer came, too deep the savage wound; 
 The form beneath the chieftian's foot had swooned. 
 But see, before them both, in earnest prayer. 
 Fair Fazry weeping cries: '^ Brave chief tian spare, 
 ! for my sake, I pray you, mercy give; 
 Spare, spare him, Kara Aly, let him live !" 
 '^ And what is he to thee, my lovely child ?" 
 And Fazry courage gained from words so mild. 
 "■ 0, spare him, chief," she said, mid sobs of grief, 
 '* He is my love, my life, ! spare him, chief !" 
 
 21. 
 
 "Your prayer alone, sweet maid, his life shall sivc. 
 But he must go a prisoner to my cave. 
 And you shall come, that you may also know 
 That even robber chiefs can kindness show ; 
 His wound is deep, he'll need the best of care. 
 Weep not you both shall of my bounty share !" 
 Then with his mouth, he gave a signal shrill, 
 And almost instantly adovvn the hill. 
 
io8 Kara Aly. 
 
 Dashed twenty horsemen to their chieftain's side. 
 
 And one led Kara Aly's desert pride. 
 
 His fiery, pure Arabian battle steed — 
 
 The swiftest to be found on mount or mead. 
 
 22. 
 
 " Your orders, chief," said one. " Securely bind 
 
 That fellow, then as swiftly as the wind. 
 
 Ride after me; we to the fort repair." 
 
 Then vaulting on his steed with haughty air 
 
 Said to another, "Yonder beauty see ? 
 
 Go, bring her, place her on this horse with mc !" 
 
 When Kara Aly spoke he was obeyed ! 
 
 And quickly all in readiness ^yas made. 
 
 His foe was bound and horsed; but his own arms 
 
 Alone enveloped Fazry's fainting charms. 
 
 23. 
 
 He gives the word, then to his charger plies 
 The steel, and with a bound away he flics ! 
 The Ixind speed after like a pack of hounds, 
 And fainter, fainter grow the echoing sounds 
 Of voice and hoof, until along the plain 
 A heavy hush of stillness broods again ! 
 
Kara Aly. 109 
 
 CANTO II. 
 
 *' Did my heart love till now ? forswear it, sight ! 
 For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night." 
 
 1. 
 
 'Tis midnight — echo unmolested sleeps ; 
 The moonlight down the mountain gorges creeps ; 
 And on the silvery stream, in beauty glows, 
 That near the robbers fastness gently flows. 
 
 2. 
 
 The outmost guards before the cavern pace. 
 And scan with eagle-eye each shadowy place ; 
 While ^round about the entrance to the cave. 
 That seems as dark and gloomy as the grave, 
 A double guard is set, and pacing slow, 
 Like faithful bloodhounds back and forward go. 
 
 3. 
 
 "Within the fortress all are fast asleep, 
 Save Kara Aly; who, in study deep. 
 
I lo Kara ALy. 
 
 Sits all alone, within his spacious room, 
 As cold and sternly silent as the tomb ! 
 Bright silver lamps hang from the ceiling low, 
 And o'er the robber chieftain weirdly throw 
 A mellow light, revealing trophies rare 
 Adorning the apartment, everywhere. 
 Eich leopard skins lay thickly all around, 
 And cover every space of stony ground ; 
 AVhile costly silks hang from the rocky walls. 
 And cloths, gold-hangings, fans and costly shawls. 
 Are strewn around with taste at either hand. 
 By this proud, handsome chief of robber band. 
 
 4. 
 His couch of silk and leopard skins was made. 
 And on it, like a rose-bud, Fazry laid. 
 Sweet sleep had poured his poppies 'round the bed. 
 And o'er her tear-wet eyes his dews had spread. 
 She, all forgetful, there a captive lay. 
 Her soul adream, was wandering far away 
 In happy tryst, clasped in her lover's arnss, 
 Safe from all sorrow and the world's alarms ; 
 And felt in dreams his soft and tender kiss. 
 And garlands plucked of visionary bliss. 
 
 5. 
 
 Long sat the chief and watched her silently. 
 Then rose, walked to the couch to better see 
 
Kara Aly. 1 1 1 
 
 His precious prize ; then drew the skins apace-, 
 That he might see her marvelous wealth of grace. 
 Entranced he stood — in innocence she lay, 
 'J'hc fairest, finest dream of moulded clay 
 His eyes had ever rested on before ; 
 Sho seemed an angel from the heavenly shore ; 
 A fair creation ; born of grace and love ; 
 A rose dropped from elysian fields above. 
 
 6. 
 
 He stood enamored ; pure as morning she 
 Lay in her sweetness, all unconsciously. 
 And slept as peacefully as angel guest. 
 Or little babe rocked on its mother's breast ; 
 She slumbered, knit in dreams of perfect bliss, 
 Nor waked at Kara Aly's fervent kiss ! 
 He gently drew the coverings o^er the child, 
 Nor laid rude hands on one so pure and mild ; 
 Eeturned to a divan in reverie deep. 
 And pondering long, at last, feel fast asleep ; 
 Nor waked until the sun, with floods of gold. 
 Fell lavishly on mountain, plain and wold. 
 And when he did, it was fi'om troubled dream ; 
 Up springing to his feet, with eyes agleam. 
 He wildly stared as if some foe were near 
 To rob him of the prize he held so dear. 
 
1 1 2 Kara Aly. 
 
 7. 
 
 The noise from Fazio's eyes brushed sleep Jiwa}', 
 And pale and trembling, like a frightened fay, 
 She held both hands as if in prayer for aid ; 
 But Kara Aly said : " Be not afraid, 
 My lovely child, no harm shall come to yon ; 
 The chief has said it, you can count it true." 
 
 8. 
 
 *' Then wlij?^, chief, am I a captive here ? 
 
 And where is Kossa ? If as you appear 
 
 So kind and gentle lot us haste away, 
 
 And for your soul each morn a prayer I'll say.'* 
 
 9. 
 
 " Pale Moon you are no captive — your sweet will, 
 
 Is my command ; you 'bide a guest, until 
 
 You shall depart to leave me here alone 
 
 (Ah, mind me not, bright dreams before have flown). 
 
 Speak out thy heart, my child, be not afraid ; 
 
 No wish of yours shall here be disobej'^ed." 
 
 10. 
 
 ''Kind chief, I thank you, and your words so thrill 
 And my poor heart to overflowing fill 
 
Kara Aly. 113 
 
 With grd,titude so deep I cannot find 
 Words fit to thank you in my troubled mind. 
 But, prithee, leave me for a little while, 
 And if you would find favor in my smile. 
 Return yourself, have Kossa brought here too ; 
 There maybe something for him I can do." 
 
 11. 
 
 The chieftain sighed : "■ Ah, maiden, love like thine 
 Were worth a kingdom could I call it mine ! 
 Your wish is granted ; have no troubled thought, 
 Thy lover, Kossa, shall be hither brought." 
 So saying, quickly passed out from the room, 
 And left her all alone — with heart of gloom. 
 
 12. 
 
 Then Fazry from the downy couch arose. 
 
 And all excitement donned, with haste, her clothes ; 
 
 Then sat down dreamily, with anxious fear. 
 
 Her lover's face to see, his voice to hear. 
 
 Nor had she long to wait ! the hangings wide 
 
 Soon by two girls were quickly drawn aside. 
 
 And Kara Aly entered, bowing low 
 
 To Fazry, with a brow presaging woe ! 
 
1 14 Kara Aly. 
 
 Two men bore Kossa on a couch, and laid 
 Ilim gently down beside the waiting maid ; 
 Then one swift look u})on their chief they cast. 
 And left — the curtains closing as they passed. 
 
 13. 
 
 Pale Fazry sprang beside her lover trne ; 
 
 Then gave one piercing shriek, and backward drew 
 
 In horror ; for npon the soft fur bed 
 
 The Emirs' only son lay cold and dead ! 
 
 14. 
 
 The robber chief sj)rang close to Fazry's side. 
 And gently said : '' Forgive ! deserts' pride ; 
 I knew not of his death — for I would fain 
 Have brought him living to 3'our side again. 
 The best of care he had, that he might live ; 
 For I intended freely to forgive 
 The bitter hatred that he bore to me. 
 And glad was I, my child, that liberty 
 Was in my power to joroffer ; but you see 
 Great Allah wills it otherwise to be ! 
 Believe me, Fazry, if I could awake 
 That noble soul to life, his place I'd take, 
 And gladly do it, for your precious sake ; 
 For life has not been strewn with roses, sweet. 
 And often on the battle field I greet 
 
Kara Aly. 1 15 
 
 Deatli with a cheerful smile in thickest fight. 
 I would be glad if I were dead to-night V 
 
 15. 
 
 The stricken maid gazed at him mournfully, 
 And said, with eyes awet, " let me be 
 Alone awhile with my dead love I pray. 
 The chieftain bowed and sadly walked away ; 
 Nor trespassed further on her poignant grief 
 'Til after her pent heart had found relief 
 In bitter tears, and calm her mind liad grown. 
 Then with a heart of love and faltering tone 
 Went to her ; said, " forgive me. if you can ! 
 Our fight, swoet maid, was equal — man to man, 
 Advantageless I stood — he Avas my foe ; 
 And yet I'm sorry that I dealt the blow P 
 
 16. 
 
 " He was impetuous chief ; nor do I blame ! 
 
 No fairness, nnoxl^endcd, conkl lie claim. 
 
 I know he would have killed you if he could ; 
 
 Ilis hatred well I knew you understood ; 
 
 And much I've marveled that you could be good. 
 
 They taught me you were savage, heartless, cold, 
 
 A fierce, blood-thirsty, daring robber bold. 
 
ii6 Kara Aly. 
 
 Though Kossa's dead, and my lone heart has grieved, 
 
 Believe me, chief, I'm glad to bo deceived. 
 
 You arc not fierce and bold ; but like my love, 
 
 As brave as lion, gonilc as the d<jve ! 
 
 My soul seems sadly light, my eye is clear, 
 
 I hate you not, chief ! but much I'cvere. 
 
 But why waste all your years 'mid scenes of strife ? 
 
 I would that prayer of miue could change your life V 
 
 17. 
 
 " moon of moons ! could seraph intercede 
 In my behnlf with you, this life I load 
 I'd fling aside to-morrow, and would sail 
 Across the seas, where summers never fail, 
 And build a home in some Hesperian vale ; 
 Where, heart to heart united, we could dwell 
 In dreams too tender, love, for tongue to tell. 
 And when the love-wing'd years had rolled away 
 And we, together, darling, should grow gray, 
 And Azrael — that messenger of death. 
 Should bring to us at last immortal breath, 
 Together still we'd roam 'neatli happier skies 
 That hover like soft dreams o'er Paradise. 
 0, my sleek antelope ! my sweet gazelle ! 
 1 love you more than earthly tongue can tell. 
 
Kara Aly. 117 
 
 Love me a little, dearest, and I swear 
 By sun, and moon and stars, that you shall share 
 With me, a life from pain and sorrow free ; 
 A life, my heart, of pure felicity ! 
 But Fazry, should it be my bitter fate. 
 That I must only share your kindly hate. 
 And you at once would to your tents away ; 
 Speak love ! I am resigned and will obey !" 
 
 18. 
 
 Each word fell deeply in the maidcn^s heart. 
 And sad, mysterious tears, began to start 
 From her fair eyes, and course ad own each cheek. 
 Before the chief ^s warm heart bad ceased to speak. 
 She ne'er before had heard such words addressed 
 To her. Not e'en from Kossa fiery breast ; 
 Although his love was tendei', warm and true. 
 Yet Kara Aly's love seemed strangely new. 
 It was so warm and wild, delirous, sweet ! 
 "What could she do, but raiac her lips to meet 
 The fiery pressure of the chieftain's kiss. 
 And Allah joined their hearts, and gave them bliss. 
 
 19. 
 
 Dear reader, little more is there to say : 
 
 With untold wealth this mountii-i chief one day 
 
1 1 8 Kara Aly. 
 
 Sailed with sweet Fuzry to a counti-y fair, 
 And builded her a home beyond comi)are ; 
 Close by a river, in a sylvan dell. 
 Where they in peace and happiness did dwell. 
 
 20. 
 
 Nor had she ever cause her step to rue, 
 lie proved to hor a husband tender, true. 
 And faithful, loving, to the very last ! 
 And when to hapjiicr clime his soul had past. 
 She wept as if her heart in twain would break. 
 'Til one night, as she lay in tears, awake. 
 An angel came, and said : ''Allay thy fears ; 
 Thy love is happy, far beyond the spheres ! 
 (The living weep, the dead are free from tears) ' 
 The angel healed her heart and wiped her eyes. 
 And led her to the fields of Paradise. 
 
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