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 A^TALE OF THE XVIIth. CENTURY, 
 
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 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS. 
 
 TALE OF THE XVIIth CENTURY. 
 
 The mists of morn still hang o'er that lone vale,* 
 Where through an aperture remote, yet pierced 
 By Nature's cunning hand with giant portal, 
 Through th' opposing rock the silvery Riese 
 Has forced its onward course — 'mid caverns wild 
 And high o'erarched domes, whose deep'ning gloom 
 The torch's glare scarce fathoms — on it fiWs, 
 In hollow converse with this drear sojourn. 
 Now bounding o'er the rough impeding rocks 
 In angry foam, now gliding as by stealth, 
 In dim perspective 'mid those vaulted aisles, 
 Where print of human foot hath rarely been. — 
 
 The valley of the Riese, near the Mas d'Asil, in the 
 
 Arriege Pyrenees. 
 
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 To such retreat oppression's iron hand 
 Had driven the remnant of that scatter'd flock, 
 That apostolic church, whose clearer light 
 From its great Fountain pure reflected, made 
 The early martyrs of our glorious Faith. 
 
 Swift o'er the land with unrelenting rage, 
 Richelieu, thy sanguinary orders flew, 
 With sword and flame* — the frightful carnage ran 
 In one deep stream of blood — hut, tow'r, and town, 
 The hamlet and the hall, alike are razed. — 
 The young and old, the wealthy and the poor, 
 Rack'd, torn, and tortured, or with gentler stroke 
 Confided to the Inquisition's power.f 
 The sire and grandsire, ended by a band 
 Of roseate innocence and manly worth, 
 
 * At the epoch of these sanguinary wars in France during the 
 reign of Louis 1 3th, the Mareshal Themines was sent by Richelieu 
 to extei-minate with fire and sword the Protestants of the county 
 of Foix. 
 
 | We find accounts of the victims being suspended by the hair, 
 or by the feet, and nearly suffocated by damp straw being burned 
 in the places where they were tied up. — The hairs of their head
 
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 Fell'd like the goodly cedars of the east ; 
 The matron with her infant at her breast, 
 (Clasping in agony the reeking sword 
 
 Impending o'er her babes) implores in vain ! 
 
 * * * * * 
 
 Young Flowiers of Martyrdom ! methinks I see 
 (While many a Rachel weeps throughout the land) 
 I )'er your bright heads a heavenly vision bend ! 
 That cherub host whom Herod's bloody grasp 
 Unpitying, sever'd from the parent stem, 
 (First- gather'd snowdrops of the Christian spring, 
 And earliest martyrs to their infant Lord.) 
 
 and beard were plucked out, they were plunged repeatedly into 
 deep water, and drawn out by a rope fastened under their arms, 
 only in time to prevent their being drowned. Sometimes an 
 unfortunate creature was drenched with wine by means of a 
 funnel, and while intoxicated taken to Church, where his pre- 
 sence was deemed equivalent to abjuration. A similar method 
 w;is adopted with individuals overcome with bodily pain. In 
 some cases, the Huguenots were prevented from sleeping for an 
 entire week, by sentinels continually rousing tbem, and when 
 any Protestant was confined to his bed by illness, a dozen drum- 
 mers were sent to beat under his window without intermission, 
 until tin: sick man promised to be converted — with a long cata- 
 logue of other diabolical suggestions for subduing the firmness of 
 the Protestants. — Burnet, vol. i. page 393.
 
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 Methinks I see them now, on angel wings, 
 Hovering around you, sporting with the crowns 
 And the eternal palms they tend you from above ! 
 
 Let History's weeping muse her pen resign 
 
 As she beholds in Truth's stern tablets traced 
 
 Those lines of blood that here her page pollute, 
 
 And blush while she beholds them. How those vales 
 
 Where innocence in calm seclusion dwelt, 
 
 The frightful war-cry rang' — 'tis desolation all — 
 
 When, lo ! a refuge oped by Nature's hand 
 
 Receives the fugitives — A spacious cave, 
 
 Well known to all the neighbouring vallies round,* 
 
 A natural fortress, doubly fortified 
 
 By her the blest protector of their Faith, f 
 
 * This magnificent natural gallery, through which the river 
 Riese has forced itself a passage, celebrated throughout the 
 whole country, under the name of the " Grotto of the Mas," 
 among the Arriege Pyrenees, may be said to be about a quarter 
 of a league in length. At its opening it is upwards of 250 feet 
 in height, and about 150 in width, and in some parts its 
 elevation is even far more considerable. 
 
 f The approaches to this fortress of Nature had been happily 
 fortified beforehand by the good Jeanne d'Albret, mother of Henri
 
 
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 Whose fair renown in mellow'd ray descending, 
 Seems thro' Time's hazy distance still in sight. 
 Trembling, they fly their homes, their hopes, their joys, 
 
 Quatre. Immense gates of bronze concealed its two principal 
 issues, augmenting at the same time the horror and obscurity of 
 the besieged.— tRevue du Midi. 
 
 About the centre of the grotto, an enormous natural pillar 
 sustains the weight of this stupendous dome, whose gigantic arch 
 seems to enlarge as one advances towards the interior. 
 
 The river flows on the side reboimding over the masses of 
 broken rock which compose its bed with hoarse and noisy im- 
 petuosity. On arriving at an angle of the rock both the river 
 and grotto turn suddenly to the right, and from this spot the 
 scene is truly imposing. 
 
 On the one hand a large issue, or opening, through which the 
 rays of the sun striking in a thousand different forms and direc- 
 tions amid the gloom of this subterranean solitude, light up the 
 cascades here formed by the Pdese foaming over the rocks which 
 obstruct its passage, whilst on the other the eye is carried on- 
 wards in dim perspective along the mazes of a dark and 
 gloomy gallery of rocks, amid which a faint glimmering of 
 light visible at its extremity discloses to the eye other lateral 
 corridors branching off here and there, whose recesses are lost 
 in impenetrable darkness. 
 
 But tbis cavern, however striking as a natural curiosity, 
 derives a double interest from its historical associations, and 
 more particularly from the shelter and protection it afforded 
 to the numerous bands of persecuted Protestants, during' the 
 hdrrible massacre to which they were more than once exposed. 
 
 Note hy the Authok.
 
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 Their comforts all — but with them bear away 
 
 Whate'er of home's best treasures may be snatch'd 
 
 From threatened doom. Decrepid age, 
 
 The father and the patriarch revered, 
 
 Is borne along in haste by his stout sons ; 
 
 The mother's throbbing breast and anxious arms 
 
 Are closed around her babes with straining grasp, 
 
 Bearing them onward, onward from the shock, 
 
 With an untired and supernatural strength ! 
 
 The maid, whose voice is comfort, lingers yet 
 
 Upon an aged mother's faltering step, 
 
 And lingering oft will turn with wistful gaze, 
 
 With pallid lip, and eye suffused with tears, 
 
 To where that little shrine of peace and love, 
 
 The home of infancy, yet sleeps secure 
 
 'Gainst the grey mountain side — the blue smoke still 
 
 Curling in fitful wreaths o'er its dark woods. — 
 
 Why turns she still with such a yearning gaze ? 
 Hold yet those doom'd but consecrated walls 
 A brother ? or, perchance, to maiden's heart
 
 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS. 
 
 A name than this dear cherish'd household word 
 
 Yet dearer ? for all else of earthly love, 
 
 Around that form of innocence and truth, 
 
 Within that guileless and untutor'd breast, 
 
 Is centred in an aged parent's smile ; 
 
 While at her -Side the village Cerberus, 
 
 A noble animal of aspect dread, 
 
 Both bold and true, of purest mountain race, 
 
 And a fair snow-white lamb — the household pet — 
 
 Chosen of many flocks, in mute fidelity 
 
 Still follow on her steps — but now — oh, joy! 
 
 They come, they come, the truants — to receive 
 
 A mother's benediction, and restore 
 
 Joy to the joyless, e'en when hope seems fled — 
 
 And now amid their bright ungarner'd plains 
 
 Of golden grain, their clustering vines unprest, 
 
 From all the charms luxuriant Autumn yields 
 
 To honest industry, condemn'd to fly. — 
 
 By the fair streams, and shadowy forest glades, 
 
 And meadow pathways of that golden vale, 
 
 They hurry onwards, 'till the giant rocks,
 
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 Which seem'd to frown in mockery of their toil, 
 Burst on their anguish'd sight with portal wide, 
 Opening a friendly covert from the storm. — 
 
 Within their hospitable breast immured 
 They rally now their strength, their hopes, their aims, 
 Concentrate all their energies — the rich 
 Partaking freely with the poor — the strong 
 Imparting strength — unconquerable youth, 
 The prop of age — and age with wisdom's voice, 
 Broken yet bold, raised 'mid the list'ning throng, 
 In gentle admonition or advice — and now 
 An aged patriarch tells of wonders past, 
 Of great deliv'rances, and mercies wrought 
 By Heaven's avenging arm, when earthly help 
 Would seem for ever fled. — How in times past, 
 When flying from oppression's tyrant grasp, 
 (When bitterest martyrdom remain'd awhile 
 The Christian's only rest,) within the mazes 
 Of a lonely wood, seized, stript, and buffeted : 
 Bound in strong bands to the resistless oak,
 
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 He thus was left to perish — when behold, 
 
 On his third day of agony, outspent 
 
 With hunger and with wretchedness, he spied 
 
 A traveller's welcome form — a Catholic, 
 
 But " good Samaritan," with pity moved, 
 
 Tho' at the risk of instant death, cut loose 
 
 The cruel bonds which held his tortured frame. 
 
 '• And who," the old man cried, " could thus impart 
 
 This dew of mercy to the merciless 
 
 But He the God of mercy? on whose brow 
 
 Love sits triumphant "mid our sorest ills. — 
 
 And now amid the gloom a form revered, 
 The zealous Pastor of a scatter'd flock, 
 Torn by the rav'nous wolf pursued and driv'n, 
 O'er Alpine steeps, to where the pine's dark shade 
 Waves o'er their deep resounding caves afar,) 
 Moves 'mid the weeping daughters of the land, 
 With hope and consolation in his step. 
 "These rocks," he cries, "which shelter us, may seem 
 To your oppress'd and sorrow-stricken hearts, 
 
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 But as the tomb of Hope — but who is He 
 
 That spiritual Rock ? who in this weary land 
 
 The shadow of that great and sheltering Rock, save He 
 
 The everlasting God in whom we trust ! 
 
 He is our rock, our fortress, our defence, 
 
 Our strength, our might, our buckler, and our shield, 
 
 The horn of our salvation, and our tow'r. 
 
 He makes the weak his care, and tho' he hide 
 
 For a small moment from their sorrowing eyes 
 
 His glorious face, with everlasting love 
 
 Will he support and compass them about, 
 
 For such his own most comfortable words, 
 
 ' Come unto me, ye weary and opprest, 
 
 Oh! come to me, and I will give you rest !' ' 
 
 Intelligence meanwhile was promptly brought, 
 From spies without, and hurrying fugitives, 
 Still pressing onward toward their common home, 
 (Flying those fears which lend the fleet step 
 
 wings,) 
 Of rapid movements 'mid th' Imperial host,
 
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 And gatherings quick, with desperate design, 
 
 To storm the entrance to this last Retreat ; 
 
 And thus at one terrific blow efface 
 
 By numbers, or by stratagem, their hopes, 
 
 Their lives, their all, from the green breast of 
 
 earth. .** 
 Mid subterranean gloom and awful night, 
 Unseen the glorious light of eve and morn, 
 Sweet interchange of good, which until now 
 (Withdrawn) seems scarcely noted to have been, 
 They gave themselves to pray'r, imploring strength 
 Undaunted to await the coming storm. 
 And now anew uniting all their means, 
 Collecting promptly 'mid their scatter'd bands 
 Provisions, weapons, arms — they organize 
 Their forces and their stores, with Heaven's high 
 
 aid 
 Unyielding to sustain the threatened siege. 
 
 The fatal morn advanced ::: — eager their spies, 
 * L2th September, Ki-^5.
 
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 Forewarn'd of the approaching army's pace, 
 Gave note within, by secret openings 
 Practised in the rock — at earliest dawn 
 Without the fortress'd issues of the Cave, 
 The rocky ramparts, turret-like, were crown'd 
 With helmet, spear, and lance, whose lustre caught 
 Unwonted glitter from th' uprising sun ; 
 Whilst hid behind the rudely shelving rocks 
 The out-posts took their stand. — Within the Grot 
 What wilder scene of motion and unrest ! 
 A little world of busy hopes and fears, 
 Of active zeal, and stern preparative. 
 The aged on their knees, incapable 
 Of wielding other arms than those of prayer, 
 Implored aloud the guardian care of Heaven 
 For them and for their offspring — Ah ! who knows 
 The "gracious rain" those prayers of aged Faith 
 Inspired of Heav'n, and to that Heav'n address'd, 
 Have pour'd in blessings o'er their heritage ! 
 With arms like these Moses with outstretch'd 
 hands,
 
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 Smote Amalek's dread host — by fervent prayer 
 Elijah raised the dead — and from the heights 
 Of Carmel's hallo w'd mount by prayer drew down 
 A blessed rain o'er all the thirsty land. — 
 Pastors with fervent zeal the crowd harangued, 
 Strength'ning. each fainting heart with words of 
 
 peace. 
 Children, unconscious of th' impending storm, 
 Pleased with their strange and unaccustom'd task, 
 Were toiling 'midst the rusted armouries 
 Then little hands had clean'd. Women in tears 
 Prepared the hasty meal, whose sustenance 
 Was destin'd to support their partners' strength 
 Through the dread conflict — (the last aid per- 
 chance 
 Of faithful love in this dark vale of woe) 
 Whilst, all activity, the stronger sex 
 With eager step were hastening to and fro ; 
 Some with gigantic force at utmost stretch 
 Detach huge blocks of granite from their bed, 
 Rolling them onward to the cavern's mouth. —
 
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 Some molten death prepare, or with stern hold 
 Adjust the pondrous axe — the poignard's point, 
 Or whet their fearful scythes, destin'd too soon 
 To reap their harvest o'er a field of blood. — 
 Amid this stirring and unearthly scene 
 (Scaring in myriads the dusky bat 
 From undisturbed repose) the torch's glare 
 Sent forth its lurid and uncertain light, 
 Fitfully streaming 'mid the motley groups, 
 Thus strangely and confusedly employ'd. — 
 
 As Memory's bright and evanescent gleam 
 Lights up the lone recesses of the mind, 
 Striking with quick and meteoric glance 
 Each buried image of the sleeping past, 
 So vividly the Flambeau's ruddy glare 
 Would pierce with mystic touch the ebon veil 
 Of subterranean gloom, which as a shroud 
 Withheld from mortal sight that scene of mortal 
 
 woe. 
 Now would it light on infancy and age,
 
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 Together nestling from th' impending shock, 
 Like early flow 'rets shrinking from the blast 
 Of " Herod winter" 'neath the snow flake pure, 
 Young nature's guardian mantle ; — now disclose 
 The husband, parent, lover's last adieu — 
 When the firm step of manhood falters yet, 
 And his breast heaves beneath the mail'd cuirass, 
 With deep resolve, o'ercharged with human love — 
 Now with a Rembrandt's touch the canvass glows, 
 And as by that magician's hand pourtray'd, 
 The Cave's dark mystic drapery appears 
 Peopled with forms and scenes in motley train, 
 Like the e'er restless ocean — broken particles 
 Of life's fair porcelain joys, and sweetest 
 Earthly comforts ! But on one group methought 
 That streaming light dwelt yet with lingering touch, 
 A maiden and her sire it brought to view, 
 Whose hoary locks fell like the snowy wreaths 
 O'er Vigmale's * Alpine breast, while at his side 
 Kneeling, that maid bedew'd his wither 'd hand 
 ; Onenof the "Pics " of the Pyrenees covered with eternal snow.
 
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 With passionate tears, and ever and anon 
 
 Her dark and lustrous eyes to his were raised 
 
 In supplicating tenderness ; then like 
 
 The early rose o'ercharg'd with morning dew, 
 
 Bent on her heaving hreast, as tho' the soul 
 
 Would burst its very springs in their o'erswelling 
 
 shower. 
 Her's was a form of beauty and of light, 
 Such as the poet in his world of dreams 
 Would welcome as the day-star. — Dignity, 
 With love and gentle pity temper'd sweet, 
 Sat on her queen-like brow — while her attire 
 Bespoke her noble lineage and descent. — 
 Her raven tresses o'er a breast of snow, 
 Fell in luxuriant but neglected bands ; 
 O'ershadowing partially that forehead fair, 
 Those features chisell'd as by Grecian art. — 
 Aline de Montford ! thine that weeping form 
 Of beauty and of worth. — But who may dive 
 The pearly ocean of that heaving breast, 
 O'er which the waves of grief now undulate
 
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 With such wild swell — who sound the depth that lies 
 Within the curtain'd shade of those dark drooping 
 
 eyes. 
 Hast thou perchance that glowing heart bestow'd 
 On one who now thy bitterest foe may prove ? 
 Young, bold,xancl ardent, and of noble race, 
 But hostile to thy persecuted creed, 
 Whose daring spirit may too reckless prove ? 
 The rash unsparing instrument of death 
 To all thine honour'd race, — and on this morn, 
 This rayless morn, perhaps, of parting love, 
 When the unsounded gulphs of human woe 
 Burst forth as mountain torrents, from the depths 
 Of some o'erswelling lake ; — hast thou, poor maid, 
 To thy lorn parent's aching heart disclosed 
 Thy spirit's fearful strife ? Still holier trust 
 Be thine, young Aline, at this awful hour, 
 Than the poor broken reeds of earthly love ! 
 Oh ! trust in Him, and cling to Him alone, 
 Whose everlasting arms shall bear thee up 
 Amid th' o'erwhelming floods, and storm-tost waves. 
 
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 If He thy spirit touch, thou yet may'st feel, 
 E'en in the bitt'rest hour of nature's strife, 
 Amid the wreck of all thy cherish'd joys, 
 A peaceful calm — a sweet and holy trust 
 Fall on thy spirit with sustaining ray, 
 The Sabbath dawn of life's eternal day ! 
 
 Meanwhile the royal troops in stern array, 
 
 Advance in order up the river's banks : — 
 
 First march the gallant men of Ventadour, 
 
 New disciplin'd — next the artillery, 
 
 Those fearful tubes that breathe forth orbs of death, 
 
 Whose cumbrous wheels, impeded by the rocks 
 
 And stony fragments of th' unbeaten track, 
 
 Drag wearily along with thundering sound, 
 
 Waking each mountain echo from its lair ; — 
 
 Then come two plumed chieftains, sons of fame, 
 
 The Count de Camming, and the brave Bellerive, 
 
 Leading a troop with helm and spear opprest — 
 
 And now their warlike Mareshal himself, 
 
 The fearful Themines with his trampling horse,
 
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 And at his side (choice flowers of chivalry 
 
 And gentle birth) his youthful favourites 
 
 De Melville, Ranzy, d'Hounous, and d'Hauterive. 
 
 As thousand follows thousand six times told, 
 
 They tread with slow and difficult ascent 
 
 The tortuou# mountain side — their casques, cuirass, 
 
 And haldiberts of steel, with giitt 'ring pomp 
 
 Glancing in proud array, extending far 
 
 Like a long waving serpent, whose bright scales 
 
 Shine proudly, basking in the mid-day sun. 
 
 Sudden the thronging masses make a halt, 
 The Marshal with his chosen cavaliers 
 Press to the foremost rank, in haste to learn 
 Where crouch'd the hunted enemy may lie ; 
 In prompt obedience the seneschal 
 In silence pointed to the cavern's mouth. 
 
 " Soldiers and friends," their leader cries, " advance, 
 This refuge of the Huguenots is strong. 
 What then ? Shall your impatient zeal relax,
 
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 Or obstacle impede, when high behest 
 
 Of king and holy church has call'd us forth '? 
 
 Amid these far stretch'd Pyrenean heights, 
 
 This, their last hold, must bravely be destroy'd, 
 
 Cost what it will of valour and of blood ! 
 
 Champions of Languedoc, by Ranzy led, 
 
 Wind stealthily around the mountain's brink, 
 
 And storm the cavern on th' opposing side. 
 
 You, brave de Carmaing, roll th' insatiate mouths 
 
 Within the river's bed ; — the death-storm beat 
 
 Against the bristling bulwarks of the Cave, 
 
 Whilst numbers keep aloof in form compact 
 
 To watch the ergess from the neighbouring town. 
 
 You, Count de Cornusson, keep firm your post, 
 
 'Till our ranks triumph, and the breach be won; 
 
 Then make a prompt and vigorous assault 
 
 With your brave men — my arms shall second 
 
 yours ; — 
 Now spring to earth and leave your gallant steeds, 
 Let each right hand his sounding weapon grasp," 
 " And now" he cried, unsheathing his bright sword,
 
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 " For God and for our Holy Mother Church, 
 
 Death — nought but death — to these curs'd Heretics." 
 
 Promptly their leader's orders were obey'd; 
 
 With all a youthful favourite's caprice, 
 
 The young and ardent Melville sues alone 
 
 From his consenting chief one wayward boon, — 
 
 Permission to retain his favourite steed ; 
 
 (A Spanish Jennet of the purest race ;) 
 
 And thus caparison'd to pass the breach, 
 
 And dauntless leap into the Cavern's mouth. 
 
 The Huguenots meanwhile invisible, 
 Wrapp'd in the gloom of an unbroken night, 
 Continu'd in this peopled sepulchre 
 Their active preparations for defence. 
 All was prepar'd. — Their minister and chief, 
 Descended slowly 'mid the list'ning crowd. 
 At his command each flambeau was extinct, 
 ' Till the last glitter of their glancing arms 
 Was lost in one profound and chill obscure. 
 And now a rolling and portentous sound
 
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 Like distant thunder shakes the vaulted dome. 
 As of old ocean's deep and sullen roar 
 Before the tempest burst forth, or its waves 
 Lash in wild foam their subterranean caves — 
 Trembled the ground beneath the armed hoofs 
 As at an earthquake's shock — they come — they come. 
 Men — women — children — in one moment all 
 Bow down the suppliant knee, in mute accord; 
 Their minister in few and fervent words 
 Committing them to Heaven's o'erruling care. 
 Then rising he commenced his brief harangue. 
 
 " Christians, be strong — we know in whom we trust — 
 Let your hearts faint not, neither be oppress'd ; 
 The God who fought for Israel of old 
 Is still our safeguard and our sure defence. 
 They tell us that our Adversary's power 
 Doubles our own in numbers as in strength ; 
 How their broad breast-plates glitter in the sun, — 
 In fierce display their crested horsemen spur — 
 Death-laden wheels oppress the shudd'ring earth —
 
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 Here are no breastplates save your faithful hearts — 
 No deadly cannons, but those prompter balls 
 Which strike the life direct from out the heart; 
 No sun to light us 'mid the coming storm — 
 But night — unbroken and eternal night — 
 No skilful warriors, and no marshall'd ranks 
 To point with eagle-eye fame's onward road, 
 No laurell'd chiefs — but God — th' Eternal God!" 
 As thus he spoke, the cannons' roar without 
 Answer'd like living thunder thro' the vault — 
 Above the rampart pass'd the whizzing bull 
 Striking the Cavern's roof— then with fierce 
 
 bound 
 Detaching from the rock a fragment huge, 
 Hiss'd with spent fury on the wave, and sank. 
 "Christians ! arise," exclaim'd the zealous chief, 
 "And may the God of battles be your aid." 
 In silence they obey'd — all took their stand, 
 A slight brisk clinking of their arms was heard 
 As each retired within his destin'd post; 
 Then all again was silence and repose.
 
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 Like Stalagmites within their parent grot, 
 Erect and motionless their army stood. 
 
 And now the heated orbs of death ply fast 
 Their fearful ravage 'gainst the Cavern's mouth 
 Re-echoing thro' the solitary vales 
 With awful bound — as tho' the beetling cliffs 
 Were answering as in mockery of the strife. 
 Ere long a massive fragment of the wall, 
 Roll'd its huge ruin in the river's bed, 
 The breach was soon enlarged — the entrance won. 
 De Carmaing, watching with an eagle gaze, 
 Gives instant signal to the impatient host — 
 De Melville dash'd his war-horse in the stream, 
 And, sword in hand, is folio w'd by his men, 
 Supported by thy far famed sons, Toulouse. 
 Meanwhile within the Cavern, silence deep — 
 Plunged in inexplicable stupor seem'd 
 The trembling inmates of that gloomy cave ; 
 But at the moment when th' invading host 
 Rush'd thro' the riv'n rock, a solemn chaunt
 
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 Broke suddenly on the awaken'd ear, 
 And thrice one thousand pealing voices rose 
 In sadden 1 d chorus to th' eternal throne. 
 An ancient Canticle of simple form, 
 And simpler melody — which yet sublime 
 Became, when? chaunted in the face of death. 
 
 SOLEMN CANTICLE SUNG IN CHORUS 
 BEFORE THE BATTLE. 
 
 On Jordan's awful verge, Lord! we stand, 
 Deep waves of trouble o'er our spirits roll, 
 Saviour! uphold us with thy powerful hand, 
 Great God! be thou the anchor of our soul. 
 
 Darkly we move along its shadowy brink, 
 Benighted — fainting — friendless — and opprest — ■ 
 Saviour! uphold us ere in death we sink, 
 And lead us onward to our promised Rest. 
 
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 Fountain of Light! do thou our path illume, 
 Dart o'er our souls one bright triumphant ray, 
 Breathe thro* our hearts amid the fearful gloom, 
 The morning freshness of eternal day. 
 
 Thine arm 's not shortened that it cannot save, 
 Nor thine ear heavy that it cannot hear; 
 Tho' sunk beneath oppression's rolling wave, 
 We feel thine everlasting presence near! 
 
 We plead thy precious promises, Lord, 
 Amid the wrecks of time for ever sure; 
 Those covenanted blessings of thy word, 
 Which to eternal ages shall endure. 
 
 Then strengthen, Lord, each fainting, doubting heart 
 Clothe us with might — with armour all divine; 
 To our dread foes thy Spirit's beam impart, 
 That like a second Saul their chief may shine.
 
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 Forgive them, Lord! they know not what they do, 
 For His blest name who taught us to forgive — 
 Blot out their cruelties as morning dew, 
 Oh ! let their darken'd souls believe and live ! 
 
 Th' assailants paused — e'en mid the list'ning crowd, 
 
 The bold and reckless Melville stood aloof, 
 
 Seized with a thrill of supernatural awe. 
 
 The sacred harmony, distinct and clear, 
 
 Full of religious grandeur and repose, 
 
 Swell'd by the falling river's ceaseless roar 
 
 And the lone echoes of the mountain caves, 
 
 Yet soften'd by the hallow'd melody 
 
 Of pious voices borne on viewless wings 
 
 To heaven's high altar, might in truth have seem'd 
 
 The echo of a supernatural choir. 
 
 No living form — no keenly meeting gaze, 
 
 Was visible amid th' absorbing gloom, 
 
 No din of battle, and no crash of arms,
 
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 But from the lone recesses of the Cave 
 Stream'd mystic melody and words of peace, 
 As 't were the harmony of seraph souls 
 Before the throne of the Eternal Judge. 
 
 Short the suspense! the chieftain's words were 
 
 prompt, 
 And prompter the reply. — The chosen men 
 Of Ventadour now rush'd into the Cave, 
 Met by a shower of balls, whose well-aim'd shock 
 O'erthrow their foremost and best chosen ranks, 
 Forcing their falt'ring comrades to withdraw — 
 Thrice the Toulousian troop renew'd the charge — 
 And thrice were they repulsed with fearful loss 
 By their invisible and dauntless foes ; 
 With rage transported, proud de Melville view'd 
 His ranks o'erthrown — his buoyant hopes represt— 
 Quick started to the spur his princely steed 
 As on he urged him with his sword's keen point. 
 Furious, the noble animal erect,
 
 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS. 29 
 
 With bleeding flanks and mane dischevel'd, leap'd 
 The fallen ramparts — then with his rider 
 Onward dash'd into the Cavern. — D'Hounous, 
 De Ranzy, d'Hauterive, and the youthful flower 
 Of that bright army leading on their troop 
 With cries of wild huzza. — "Soldiers! strike home! 
 No mercy — none — to heretics like Ihese!" 
 
 Now came the closing shock, and terrible 
 'Mid such a battle field — that fearful fight — 
 What pen can paint its horrors or its blood ! 
 Cavern'd — yet living as in Death's dark night — 
 Nor space nor air for motion or for breath — 
 Pent up by thousands — 'gainst each other wedged, 
 Or reeling furious on a foe unseen. 
 
 The Huguenots, whose vision was inured 
 To subterranean gloom and filmy night, 
 J'ossess'd one blest advantage o'er their foes, 
 Right trusty too their arms — each wielding those
 
 30 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS. 
 
 To winch his calling and long practised skill 
 Had best affix'd his bold and sinewy arm ; 
 The Rock their rear-guard and unyielding stay, 
 The mow 7 ers plied their circling scythes of death 
 Amid th' imperial host, cutting them down 
 Like " grass that perisheth." — The wood'smen 
 
 bold, 
 Descending from the neighbouring mountain heights, 
 Amid their dark pine forests train'd to wield 
 The pondrous axe — fell'd with unflinching stroke 
 Th' athletic Catholics, like forest trees — 
 Shepherds and labourers, with their crooks and 
 
 spikes, 
 Arm'd as the deadly Cossack's barbed spear, 
 Plunged their dread points 'mid those who closer 
 
 press'd. 
 Others, well arm'd, struck to the right and left 
 With halbert, spear, and lance — whilst their brave 
 
 sons 
 Young hunters of the Pyrenees — inured 
 To grapple with the savage mountain bear,
 
 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS, 31 
 
 Seized fast in combat close their struggling foe 
 
 And bathed in human gore their stunted blade. — 
 
 The bold besiegers now, with fury fraught 
 
 And unexampled zeal, sustain'd the fight ; 
 
 In sullen silence fell each mortal stroke — 
 
 'Till fiow'd a guilty stream of reeking blood, 
 
 In swelling currents o'er th' unequal soil ; 
 
 The dying and the dead, unheeded now, 
 
 Were crush'd beneath the combatants, or roll'd 
 
 With fearful splash into the river's bed. 
 
 The evanescent light of pistol shots, 
 
 With momentary flash, illumed this scene 
 
 Of bloodshed and of woe ; — each rock became 
 
 A fortress, to be storm'd by human force ; 
 
 Their brave defenders but resign'd their post 
 
 When th' all-powerful hand of sudden death 
 
 Invincible, weigh'd down their arms, and conquer'd 
 
 The unconquerable. Each kept in death 
 
 The post he held while combating for life. 
 
 To consummate the horrors of the scene,
 
 32 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS. 
 
 The heavens grew dark — mysteriously obscured 
 
 By dense and threat'ning clouds — e'en the bright 
 
 sun 
 In terror wrapt, seem'd to withdraw his light 
 From this foul scene of carnage. — Stormy rays 
 Stream'd mournfully within the Cavern's mouth, 
 Throwing their sickly and unearthly glow 
 Around this sombre theatre of death ; 
 And now the tempest broke forth — furious 
 The wind, pent 'mid the mountain cavities, 
 Rush'd wild, like maniac uncontrolled; 
 The ram came down in torrents, whilst deep night 
 Drew thick and closer round her funeral pall — 
 But the wild fury of misguided man 
 Abated not. Midway within the Cave 
 The rushing stream divides — where the vast dome 
 Expanding, throws its spacious arch on high — 
 There, the great Architect has raised aloft 
 A giant pillar which sustains the whole. 
 To this mid column, the assailants now 
 With slow but steady progress had arrived ;
 
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 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS. 33 
 
 Elated with the newly kindled hope 
 Of coming victory, de Melville rush'd 
 (His noble war-horse wounded at all points) 
 Within the closest ranks of the besieged. 
 When, lo ! above, a spectral voice is heard, 
 " Let loose the cords, and Heav'n will lend us aid :" 
 Instant, at these strange words, an awful mass 
 Of solid rock o'erhanging the 'mid vault, 
 Fell in with thund 'ring crash ; — at one dire sweep, 
 In one brief moment, quenching life's fierce fire 
 Within a hundred bosoms of Toulouse ! 
 The momentary clash of broken arms 
 Resounded thro' the vault, and purple streams 
 Of human blood gush'd forth from every pore. 
 The Catholics, with sudden stupor seized, 
 Pause for awhile — immoveable — inert — 
 But ere the Huguenots could onward rush, 
 And press their triumph o'er the awe-struck foe, 
 Cries of wild joy from the assailants rang 
 In broken clamour thro' the rocky aisles ; 
 De R&nzy, with his troop untired — untried, 
 
 F
 
 34 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS. 
 
 Had forced th' opposing entrance to the Cave : 
 'Twas now, driv'n back — surrounded right and left, 
 Charged with relentless fury uncontroll'd, 
 And unremitting rage, the brave besieged 
 Beheld their new-blown hopes at once expire— 
 Twas now in dire extremity they felt 
 Their trust reposed not in an arm of flesh ! 
 
 Meantime, de Melville, like a demon raised 
 
 From out th' infernal host, rush'd 'mid their ranks 
 
 Once more with hope inflamed — short lived that 
 
 hope — 
 A ball hath struck that forehead proud — he reels — 
 And headlong rolls with his brave steed beneath 
 Th' avenging wave, with deep and awful plunge. 
 
 But, lo ! he struggles — rises — and now clings 
 With desperate grasp to the opposing rock ; — 
 But whence that thrilling shriek, a moment heard 
 Amid the dim of arms ? Whence that ideal form 
 Of maiden beauty, wildly rushing on 
 From the dim Cavern's innermost recess ?
 
 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS. 35 
 
 That with the fleetness of a mountain fawn 
 
 Track'd by the hunter, reckless of her fate, 
 
 Now leaps the swelling wave with desperate bound, 
 
 And gains that rocky islet 'mid the stream, 
 
 Where the proud Melville, as the eagle struck 
 
 By fowler's hand, — all pierced and bleeding lies. 
 
 Wildly he gazed on that angelic form ; 
 
 " Is it a dream that I behold thee here, 
 
 My Aline — thee, pent with the common herd 
 
 For slaughter? Or dost thou visit me, blest shade ! 
 
 In angel form at this my parting hour 
 
 To shed one ray of hope — one soft'ning ray 
 
 Around my anguish'd brow ? Speak, Aline ! speak I 
 
 They told me thou wert safe — safe from the hand 
 
 Of violence, within a father's arms. 
 
 Thy home of youth — that venerable pile, 
 
 Held sacred from the rude destroyer's hand 
 
 At my behest. In such faith was I blest." 
 
 " Melville," she answer 'd, " in a father's arms 
 
 I rest mc still, e'en in this living tomb ; 
 
 But rrtrw I come to seek thy spirit's weal,
 
 36 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS. 
 
 Ere it take wing beyond the narrow bounds 
 
 Of time. — Hov 'ring beside the fatal brink 
 
 We stand — moments are precious, for, alas ! 
 
 I see thy strength depart. — My God ! my God ! 
 
 Must I thus gaze, without the pow'r to save ! 
 
 If life be precious, Oh ! how precious then 
 
 That life beyond the tomb ! — Eternal life ! 
 
 Thou clingest firmly, Oh ! how firmly now 
 
 To thy last earthly stay — this wave- worn rock. 
 
 Together let us cling in this dark hour, 
 
 Oh ! Melville, and together cast our all 
 
 On that sole ' Rock of Ages ' — Christ the Lord ! 
 
 E'en at this hour there's mercy in that name, 
 
 And virtue in each drop of His most precious blood." 
 
 One instant more, and sudden as she spoke 
 
 Th' o'erwhelming stream resistless struck the rock 
 
 To which they clung, (thus awfully o'erswell'd 
 
 By the wild tempest ;) o'er its foaming breast, 
 
 lifted above the dark tumultuous waves, 
 
 Those bright but blighted forms were onward borne,
 
 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS. 37 
 
 Amid the awful and impetuous strife 
 In fearful ebullitions — never more 
 To bless the longing eyes of aged love, 
 Or smooth its exit from this vale of tears. 
 
 Hoarse sounds now burst upon the startled ear, 
 The Cave became a mass of smoke and fire, 
 And 'mid that dense and suffocating cloud 
 The voices of their chiefs came loud and quick, 
 Sounding anew the signal for the strife ; 
 Deep and more furious raged the awful fight. 
 Press'd between two attacks, to the besieged 
 All hope seem'd hopeless — all resistance vain ! 
 Deep cries of terror from the infirm and old, 
 And women's shrieks from wild despair arise, 
 Piercingly audible above the shouts 
 And savage war-cries of th' assailant host. 
 But at this dreadful crisis interposed 
 The awful finger of Omnipotence ; — 
 An unforeseen event, thus visibly 
 Disposed sublime by Heaven's avenging arm,
 
 38 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS. 
 
 Now turn'd the fate of arms. — During the strife 
 The river, swell'd by the tempestuous rains, 
 (Fallen in torrents 'mid the neighbouring hills,) 
 Had burst its narrow bounds, — and at this hour 
 Fierce floods of turbid waters from without, 
 Successive rolling thro' the open breach, 
 Impetuous, onward rush'd amid the gloom, 
 With frightful fury o'er th' opposing rocks. 
 
 In one hour's space, rivers and lakes were form'd 
 Within the mountain cavities — which now 
 O'ergorged, in thund'ring torrents pour amain 
 Their swollen streams on all sides, — sweeping now 
 With hoarse rapidity their chanell'd path, 
 Now wildly rushing o'er the giant rock, 
 They tempt the cat 'ract's path, and at one bound 
 Plunge madly to th' astonish'd depths below. 
 Some seconds more, and terrible became 
 The awful waste of waters, — while the storm 
 Raged with redoubled violence without. 
 The far off Pyrenees, the hollow gulphs
 
 ■ THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS. 39 
 
 And mountain caves, reechoed with the strife, 
 
 Bellowing with fearful and foreboding sounds — 
 
 Heaven join'd its fury, and the earth her groans, 
 
 With the fell rage of unrelenting man ! 
 
 To contemplate this elemental war, 
 
 And listen to' the water's frightful roar, 
 
 One would suppose some mighty mountain lake 
 
 Had burst its rocky barriers, and through 
 
 This channel sole, discharged its swollen streams 
 
 To inundate the peaceful vales below. 
 
 With terror seized, th' assailants now beheld 
 Their sole retreat dash'd from their frantic sight, — 
 Behind them roll'd the awful mountain waves, 
 While momently fresh floods descending swift, 
 from the dark cloud-capt hills, rush'd through the 
 
 Cave ; 
 Commingling with the hoarse o'erflowing stream ; 
 Seizing th' impressive moment, on a rock 
 Midst the distracted waters, now appear'd 
 The minister and chief of the besieged.
 
 40 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS. 
 
 " The fountains of the mighty deep, 1 ' he cried, 
 With slow and solemn voice, — " are broken up, 
 And heaven's strong windows open'd, — but o'er all, 
 Safe 'mid the troubled waves shall float unhurt 
 The ark of God's beloved, — whilst 'gainst the dark 
 And threat'ning clouds, in covenantal beam, 
 Shall rise the rainbow of his promised love !" 
 
 Reanimated by their chieftain's voice, 
 
 The Huguenots with renovated zeal 
 
 Charged fiercely thro' th' invaders' reeling ranks, 
 
 Who, panic-struck, rush'd back in fatal flight; 
 
 In vain the fearful Marechal himself 
 
 Dash'd sword in hand amidst the fugitives 
 
 With all the energy of dire despair. 
 
 This sombre image of destruction's pow'r 
 
 Had paralyzed their late victorious arms, 
 
 While superstitious fears benumb'd then hearts. 
 
 The fearful inundation by degrees 
 
 Had fill'd the lower entrance to the Cave,
 
 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS, 41 
 
 In one dense column thro' the rocky arch 
 
 The stream rush'd furious — while from beneath 
 
 The bodies of the dying and the dead, 
 
 In dark succession, were fast onward roll'd 
 
 Amid the billowy foam. — Th' assailants now 
 
 In dire dismay, flung down their arms for flight — 
 
 Some threw themselves within the raging stream, 
 
 And swam for safety — some with desp rate bound 
 
 Leap'd in wild energy from rock to rock, 
 
 Falling resistless 'neath the avenging sword 
 
 Or levell'd arquebus. — Their baffled chief, 
 
 The haughty Themines, here among the rest 
 
 A fugitive — had outlived all but life — 
 
 A life the conquerors generous pity gave. — 
 
 Amid this anguish'd and tumultuous scene 
 The reunited band of Protestants 
 Group'd 'long the ledges of the upper grot, 
 Which circling spread above th' o'erilowing waves, 
 Now burst forth at the signal of their chief 
 In one full song of thankfulness to Him, 
 
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 i'2 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS. 
 
 Their safeguard and their shield, whose arm 
 Omnipotent, had triumph'd gloriously ! 
 
 Without the Cave, beside the dying form 
 
 Of bold de Camming, reassembled now 
 
 The scatter'd remnant of the Regal host — 
 
 Torn, searr'd, disshevel'd— drench'd with human gore, 
 
 Despoil'd of arms, of ensigns, and of chiefs, 
 
 The fugitives arrived.— D'Hounous and d'Hauterive, 
 
 Mortally wounded, were now borne away 
 
 By their surviving friends. — De Cornussan, 
 
 Soon as he heard the fearful fate which swept 
 
 His gallant son from off the breast of earth, 
 
 Melville ! — sole hope of his declining years — 
 
 In one deep groan gasp'd forth his anguish'cl soul ! 
 
 The Marechal de Themines sole remain'd 
 
 Of all their haughty chiefs to tell the tale 
 
 Of their discomfiture. All now retired 
 
 In solemn silence, and soon nought was heard 
 
 Before the entrance of the lonely Cave, 
 
 Save the hoarse murmur of th' o'erflowing waves,
 
 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS. 43 
 
 The measured drippings from the rocks above ; 
 
 And over all, the pious harmony 
 
 Of hymn'd thanksgivings, chaunted from within, 
 
 The song of Moses and of Miriam 
 
 In sacred cantique raised anew to Heav'n ; 
 
 Each drooping fainting heart, in solemn choir, 
 
 Commingling with the waters' ceaseless roar, 
 
 And covering as with funeral pall 
 
 The deep and dying groans of suffring man. 
 
 SONG OF THANKSGIVING FROM THE IN- 
 TERIOR OF THE CAVE AFTER THE 
 RETREAT OF THE ENEMY. 
 
 Oh ! sing to Jehovah ! his people are free, 
 The horse and his rider are hmTd in the sea : 
 Oh ! sing to Jehovah I triumphant in might, 
 Our song in the battle — our strength in the fight.
 
 44 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS. 
 
 Oh ! sing to Jehovah ! all glorious in pow'r, 
 Our Rock of salvation in danger's dark hour, — 
 The arm of our strength when all earthly hopes 
 
 flee, 
 Our Saviour — our Refuge — Oh ! who is like Thee ? 
 
 The enemy said : — I will rise and pursue, 
 
 My hand shall destroy them — my sword shall be- 
 strew 
 
 With their blood, this last refuge ; but Thou in thy 
 might 
 
 Hast aris'n, the day-star, o'er Israel's dark night. 
 
 Thou hast sent forth thy wrath — thou hast sent 
 
 forth thy pow'r 
 And consumed as the stubble their army's bright 
 
 flow'r ; 
 With the blast of thy nostrils the waters arose, 
 A.nd the floods stood erect, in the midst of our 
 
 foes.
 
 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS. 45 
 
 Thou didst blow with thy winds, and thy lightnings 
 
 did flee, 
 While the depths stood congeal'd in the heart of the 
 
 sea; 
 Thou hast look'd on their hosts when thine anger 
 
 arose, 
 And terror hath seized on the heart of our foes. 
 
 By the might of Thine arm they are still as a stone, 
 And have left us to worship in trust at thy throne ! 
 Great fear shall take hold on the nations around, 
 As the deeds of thy might shall in triumph resound. 
 
 Oh ! sing to Jehovah ! with timbrel and dance, 
 
 He hath sheathed the bright sword — he hath broken 
 
 the lance, 
 He hath led forth in mercy his people oppress'd, 
 The flock he hath ransom'd, and rescued, and blest. 
 
 Then sing to Jehovah 1 for ever the same, 
 
 The strength of his people in cloud and in flame !
 
 46 THE CAVE OF THE HUGUENOTS. 
 
 His arm hath sustain'd them, his presence hath hlest, 
 He shall guide them in peace to the land of their 
 
 rest ! 
 
 FINIS.
 
 MINOR POEMS 
 
 ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS.
 
 ON THE^ FIRST DEPARTURE OF MY 
 DEAR BOYS FOR SCHOOL. 
 
 " The Angel which redeemed me from all evil bless the lads."- 
 
 Gen. xlviii. 16. 
 
 Keen to a mother's aching heart 
 The first and fond adieu ! 
 As erst from the maternal nest 
 Its little wanderers flew. — 
 
 No more within our lonely halls 
 Their joyous notes resound, — 
 No more a mother's voice recalls 
 Those breathing forms around !- 
 
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 50 MINOR TOEMS 
 
 No more at evening's dewy hour 
 Those cherub lips I press, 
 When, like to eve's first closing flower, 
 They met my fond caress. — 
 
 No more, alas ! the hounding step, 
 The sweet ' good morn ' I hail ; 
 Launch'd on the world's tempestuous sea, 
 They spread their infant sail. — 
 
 Heaven guide their course, their anchor be ! 
 Their compass, guard, and guide ! 
 Their guard amid the swelling sea 
 When danger threatens wide. — 
 
 Their guide when winds and waves asleep 
 Seem but to mock our care, 
 When hid beneath the slumbering deep 
 Nor rocks nor shoals appear. —
 
 OX VARIOUS SUBJECTS. 51 
 
 Then, blessed Lord ! reveal thy love, 
 Shew them their bosom's chart, 
 Unfold its treasures — plant them deep 
 Within their inmost heart ! 
 
 *-^ 
 
 Take, Lord, the helm ! their course direct, 
 
 Appease the threatening gales, 
 
 And with thy Spirit's breezes fill 
 
 Their light and flowing sails ! 
 
 Shew them the blessed land afar, 
 
 Where tempests never come, 
 
 And teach them how each angry wave 
 
 But wafts them nearer home ! 
 
 And as we each approach the coast, 
 'Mid shoals and breakers driven — 
 Oh ! land us safe — no dear one lost, 
 'Till anchor' d safe in Heaven !
 
 52 .MINOR TOEMS 
 
 TO MY BABE IN HEAVEN. 
 
 " God took thee in his mercy, 
 A lamb untask'd, untried — 
 He fought the fight for thee, 
 He won the victory, 
 And thou art sanctified ! 
 
 And when the hour arrives, 
 From flesh that sets me free, 
 Thy spirit may await 
 The first at heaven's gate, 
 To meet and welcome me."' 
 
 Sweet spirit, leave me not ! 
 Leave not my tearful bed, 
 
 Tho' soon — how soon ! thy dawn of life 
 
 On earliest pinions fled—
 
 ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS. 53 
 
 Flower of a dav, where art thou ? 
 Where is thy spirit's home ? 
 Thy little cot was deck'd with care, 
 Ah ! wherefore art thou flown ? 
 
 The cup of life scarce tasted, 
 Scarce to thy soft lips press'd, 
 Thou hast refused the bitter draught, 
 And turn'd thee to thy rest. — 
 
 Last of our little family, 
 Yet first to reach the skies ! 
 How fondly would my chasten'd soul 
 With thine aspire to rise ! 
 
 Scarce launch'd on life's rough ocean, 
 Yet anchor'd safe in port ! 
 How doth my spirit, tempest-tost, 
 Such homeward breezes courl !
 
 5 I MINOR POEMS 
 
 Fresh from thy Maker's hand, 
 All beauteous clay ! thou 'rt flown, 
 To bask in endless beams of love, 
 Around thy Saviour's throne. — 
 
 Blest spirit ! leave me not ! 
 Sweet hope ! thus early fled, 
 On viewless wings, oh ! hover yet 
 Around my lonely bed ! 
 
 TO MY ELDEST BORN, ON HER BIRTH- 
 DAY, WITH A WATCH. 
 
 Learn, my dear child, from this your toy, 
 Your hours more wisely to employ — 
 And as each moment quickly flies, 
 To train your talents for the skies ! 
 And when you wind it up at night, 
 And regulate, and set it right;
 
 ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS. 55 
 
 Oh ! watch each movement from within, 
 Each vain desire, each rising sin — 
 Be every word and action fraught 
 With perfect rectitude of thought — 
 Let truth the Regulator be, 
 And love and sweet simplicity ! 
 
 Seek earnestly that strengthening grace, 
 Our guide and guard in every place — 
 He who hath form'd the youthful mind, 
 And to His truths its thoughts inclined, 
 Hath told us, "those who seek shall find." — 
 
 And oh ! my child, on this loved day 
 For one sole gift my heart shall pray — 
 Thou hast been taught to know its worth, 
 Brighter than all the gems of earth — 
 The love of Him who died to save, 
 And rose triumphant from the grave, 
 Rooted within thine inmost soul, 
 To guide, to comfort, to controul !
 
 56 MINOR POEMS 
 
 Now in the sweet spring tide of life, 
 With sunshine and with promise rife, 
 Remember Him whose love is life — 
 And when that joyous step shall fail, 
 The rose upon thy cheek grow pale, 
 When the dark shades of life shall be- 
 That God will then remember Thee. 
 
 Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not." 
 
 Psalm xvii. 5. 
 
 When all around is dark and drear, 
 And clouds announce the tempest near, 
 Hold up my goings in thy way, 
 And suffer not my feet to stray. 
 
 When through the clouds thy mercy gleams 
 In sweet and covenantal beams, 
 Still keep me closely by thy side, 
 And suffer not my feet to slide.
 
 ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS. 57 
 
 Should brighter skies around me glow, 
 With this world's gifts my cup o'erllow, 
 Then, Lord, be Thou my special guide, 
 And suffer not my feet to slide. 
 
 In cloud-^nd storm, in weal and woe, 
 Let but thy presence with me go, 
 Close as the shade on my right hand, 
 'Till joyful in thy courts I stand. — 
 
 RECOLLECTIONS WRITTEN DURING 
 
 SICKNESS. 
 
 Say, hath the violet spent its sweet perfume, 
 Or the meek primrose lost the pensile bloom 
 Of by-gone years "? Ah ! no — 'tis we are changed. 
 
 When from my sofa's pillow'd nook, 
 f lay ;iside my friendly book,
 
 58 MINOR POEMS 
 
 And gaze on eve's bright roseate sky, 
 Watching each soft hue wake and die, 
 'Tis then at such lone twilight hour 
 Memory assumes her busy power, 
 And leads the gaze thro' vista'd years, 
 To many a hope now dimm'd with tears, 
 To many a form, and many a tone, 
 And many a step from this world gone. 
 Dreams of the past come stealing o'er me, 
 Loved forms of youth arise before me ! 
 The ramble over hill and dale, 
 When health came wafted in each gale, 
 And gave to every youthful cheek 
 Its envied bloom — its vermeil streak — 
 What joy to pluck the first spring flower, 
 From the dear rustic shady bower, 
 When moss and flowers and seat of stone, 
 Were rear'd by childish hands alone ; 
 Wliat joy, when spring's awakening gales 
 Breathed o'er the woods, and thro' the vales,
 
 ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS. . r >9 
 
 When perfumed breezes soft disclose 
 
 Where erst the earliest violet blows. 
 
 To range once more each well known glen, 
 
 And find the rocky haunts again; 
 
 Where 'mid the long sweet summer hours 
 
 We roved in Fancy's fairy bowers : 
 
 And wove such dreams of hope the while. 
 
 Such visions as the heart beguile, 
 
 When spring and youth o'er all things smile, — 
 
 Alas ! for years that sped so fast ! 
 
 Nor spring nor youth were meant to last ! 
 
 Soon does the world's deceiving wile 
 
 Of its best joys the heart beguile, 
 
 Leaving too oft the wreck behind 
 
 Of all divine which it enshrined — 
 
 The firm repose of trusting youth, 
 
 Its dread of wrong, its love of truth, 
 
 The gushing rapturous joy of heart 
 
 That seeks its own deep bliss t' impart 
 
 To all — nor thinks a world so fair 
 
 ! [as aughi of sorrow, crime, or care.
 
 60 MINOR TOEMS 
 
 Oh ! could we to the unconscious heart 
 
 Our past experience impart ! 
 
 Or could our own experience prove 
 
 The Beacon light to those we love ! 
 
 Shew them the rocks and treach'rous waves, 
 
 Now sleeping bright 'mid ocean caves, 
 
 The troubled sea — th' inconstant gale — 
 
 Which must their little bark assail ; 
 
 The hope on hope, like wave on wave, 
 
 Bursting, the pebbled beach to lave. 
 
 But no — it must not — cannot be — 
 Th' All- wise shall mark their destiny ! — 
 To crop the lark's aerial wing, 
 Or crush each opening bud of spring, 
 Ere yet its sweets are blossoming, 
 To drown the blackbird's earliest lay, 
 Or chase the sun's sweet beams away, 
 Less cruel would such effort be, 
 Than rob the young heart of its glee,
 
 ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS. 61 
 
 Or seek to curb tli' aspiring mind, 
 
 By sight of woes it yet may find — 
 
 Far be the telescopic pow'r, 
 
 That blights youth's sweet and sunny hour ! 
 
 ♦ ♦ % * : != 
 
 There is ajfow'r that guards and guides, 
 
 Whose love o'er all our life presides, 
 
 That pow'r can bid the tempest cease, 
 
 And give the heart unchanging peace ; 
 
 There is an anchor of the soul, 
 
 Stedfast and sure — let billows roll, 
 
 And winds and waves their fury pour, 
 
 That bark is safe for evermore. — 
 
 And 'till that "Anchor Cross" be ours, 
 
 Nor manhood's prime, nor youth's sweet hours, 
 
 Can screen us from affliction's blast, 
 
 Or bring us solid peace at last. 
 
 Sweet emblem of the hope we cherish, 
 
 (The only hope which ne'er can perish,) 
 
 Mid this dark world's uncertain night, 
 
 Oli ! 1)0 that Cross our guiding light, 
 
 'Till hope bo lost in blissful sight.
 
 62 MINOR POEMS 
 
 •'Thou shalt keep hirn in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on 
 thee : because he trusteth in thee." — Isaiah xxvi. 3. 
 
 Keep me, Lord, in perfect peace, 
 And stay my mind on Thee — 
 
 Dismay'd, discouraged, and opprest, 
 Ah! whither should I flee? 
 
 Such peace our early parents knew 
 
 In Eden's blissful shade; 
 Ere sin within those happy bowers 
 
 Its subtle entrance made. 
 
 But in a land of sighs and tears, 
 Strew'd with the wrecks of sin, 
 
 Where can we hope our rest to find 
 Or see our joys begin? 
 
 Yet does thy promise rest secure — 
 Tho' heaven and earth should flee — 
 
 Thy peace my God is still reserved 
 For those who trust in thee.
 
 ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS. 63 
 
 I'll trust — I'll trust that arm of love, 
 Though waves and billows roar; 
 
 I'll tread the wave — I'll cling to Thee, 
 And trust for evermore. 
 
 '' The Guardian Angel." — Exodus xxiii. 20. 
 (From the German, j 
 
 My Angel, weary not — 
 
 When I lie down to sleep, 
 
 My head in safety keep; 
 
 Spread o'er me thy bright wings, 
 
 Chase every evil thought 
 
 From night's imaginings; 
 
 That with thy presence blest, 
 
 Calm, peaceful, and serene my weary soul may rest. 
 
 My Angel, weary not — 
 When I from sleep awake, 
 And in the strength of Him 
 Wlm knew nor soil nor sin, 
 My daily work begin ;
 
 6 I MINOR POEMS 
 
 Be ever by my side, 
 
 To strengthen, guard, and guide; 
 
 Thy motions to obey, 
 
 And keep my erring feet in wisdom's pleasant way. 
 
 My Angel, weary not— 
 
 'Mid all my wand'rings wild 
 
 Watch o'er thy wayward child! 
 
 Thy message from above, 
 
 E'en tho' thou lift the rod, 
 
 Is pure unmingled love; 
 
 Keep then my soul serene, 
 
 Its anchor cast on high above life's stormy scene. 
 
 My Angel, weary not — 
 
 When I must suffering bear, 
 
 The garb of sorrow wear, 
 
 Wipe with a hand of love 
 
 Each teardrop from my cheek — 
 
 Point to that home above. 
 
 There fix my sorrowing eyes, 
 
 'Till Faith with eye serene unbars a vista to the skies
 
 ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS. 65 
 
 My Angel, weary not — 
 
 When death shall bid me part 
 
 From all that chains this heart 
 
 To earth's attractive breast; 
 
 Rest near the friends I love 
 
 With succour from above, 
 
 Their guardian spirit be, 
 
 When thou hast landed me 
 
 Safe on thy bright and blissful shores, Eternity ! 
 
 ON OPENING MY DEAR ABSENT LITTLE 
 BOY'S WELL-USED BIBLE, WITH HIS 
 MARK LEFT IN THE 23ed PSALM. 
 
 May He, my lamb, thy faithful shepherd be — 
 
 His tender arms a resting-place for thee ! 
 
 If thou wilt listen to his gracious voice, 
 
 And make his precepts — his commands — thy choice, 
 
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 66 MINOR POEMS 
 
 Thou shalt not want — He'll guide th' untrarelTd feet 
 To the green pastures, and the sure retreat; 
 And by the still pure waters of his love, 
 He'll lead thee onward to his fold above ! 
 
 In paths of righteousness thy steps hell lead, 
 Thy soul restore — with heavenly manna feed ; 
 Goodness and mercy shall thy path attend, 
 Thy cup o'erflow with blessings to the end. 
 
 Yea, tho' thou walkest through the vale of death, 
 He still is with thee, and his arms beneath 
 Thy drooping head — no evil shalt thou fear, 
 Angels attend thee, and thy God is near ! 
 
 'Tis but the shade of death thine eyes shall see, 
 
 His rod and staff thy sure support shall be ! 
 
 Sweet then the thought that nought his love can 
 
 sever, 
 'Till thou shalt rise to dwell with Him for ever !
 
 ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS. in 
 
 LONGPRE. 
 
 The silvery Arriege thro' this fair domain 
 Hath form'd itself a vale — a lovely vale — 
 Mid emerald*" meadows fringed with feathery trees, 
 Whence stately woods and softly swelling mounts, 
 With vineyards, groves, and richest verdure crown'd, 
 Arise on all sides — and the far off swell 
 Of everlasting hills attract the gaze ; 
 Now wandering o'er then- blue and shadowy tops. 
 'Till it repose in rapture on the soft 
 And snow -clad line of Pyrenean mounts, 
 Tow'ring majestic 'gainst the unruffled Heaven. 
 Now home return'd, the roving eye alights 
 Mid nearer hills, in whose sequester'd vales 
 The hamlets nestle, and at evening hour 
 When lengthening shades in mystic silence meet, 
 And mingling groups of lowing herds repair 
 To homeward rest. — AYhen the " o'er labour'd steer" 
 Pursues its well-known track to the still waters;
 
 OS MINOR POEMS 
 
 And nought beside the river's ceaseless flow 
 Is heard melodious o'er its stony bed, 
 Then in wild harmony distinct and clear, 
 Floats o'er the vale the deep-toned Angelus 
 Tuning the mind to peace, — the soul to praise; 
 'Tis then, sweet Longpre ! at such balmy hour, 
 When the soft moon has gain'd thy cloister'd shades, 
 Thy arched alleys, and thy twilight groves, 
 Where sylvan pillars far extending throw 
 The graceful arch on high ; their giant arms 
 Knotted and curved, yet thickly interlaced 
 In richest tracery 'gainst the summer Heav'n. 
 All glorious temples ! in your leafy pride, 
 Worthy the consecrated groves of old ; — 
 Yet solemn as the dim and vaulted dome, 
 Where the full Anthem and the deep Amen, 
 Swelling in thrilling pomp its fretted aisles, 
 Lingers and dies around its sacred walls. 
 Below — (meet emblem of this checker'd sceue) 
 Sunshine and shade, like wanton boys at play, 
 Sporting untiringly thy leaves among,
 
 ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS. 6.9 
 
 Dance o'er the shadows thrown across my path, 
 Where antique trunks in solemn line repose 
 Like shades of years gone by. — Oh ! be it mine 
 With step demure and thoughts " commercing high,'' 
 To tread serene thy cool sequester'd glades, 
 " Far frorh the madd'ning world's ignoble strife ;" 
 While cherub Hope, and Peace on halcyon wing, 
 Celestial visitants ! my steps attend, 
 Opening soft vistas in the dreariest wood, 
 And hovering o'er the troubled scenes of Time, 
 Like moonlight on the still and shadowy deep, 
 That gilds the homeward bark, else lost to sight, 
 And fondly lingers on its destin'd home.
 
 70 MINOR rOEMS 
 
 WHERE IS HOME ? 
 
 Suggested htj the question of a little child. 
 
 " There is a spot on earth supremely blest, 
 A dearer, sweeter, spot than all the rest ; 
 In every clime the magnet of the soul, 
 Touch 'd by remembrance, trembles to that pole" 
 
 Oh ! say my dear ones, thus condemn'd to roam 
 From clime to clime — o'er mountain, plain, and sea ; 
 Where is that green, that sacred spot call'd home, 
 That there I turn my weary wing to flee. 
 
 Tell me, sweet prattlers, where, ah ! where is home ? 
 
 Love's safest anchorage beneath the skies ; 
 
 The still pure spring from whence our pleasures 
 
 come, 
 'I'll' untravell'd spirit's earthly paradise.
 
 ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS. 
 
 Sole rest of Hope, where oft she will alight, 
 And fold awhile her bright and sunny wing ; 
 Steeping the future in a dream so bright, 
 The heart would fain know no awakening. 
 
 Yet no — myschildren, home is not below, 
 Strangers and pilgrims on a foreign strand ; 
 Home in a world like this we may not know. 
 Whilst journeying onward to a fairer land. 
 
 Faint emblem of that home we seek above, 
 Let but the name draw all our thoughts to thee, 
 Set our affections on the things above, 
 That where our treasure is, our heart may be 
 
 " Lord, I believe, help thou mine unbelief." — Mark ix. 2 ! 
 
 When o'er my breast the clouds of sorrow steal, 
 And scarcely thy supporting hand I feel ; 
 Help me to cry amid each present grief, 
 Lord, I believe, help Thou nunc unbelief!
 
 12 MINOR POEMS 
 
 When the dim future veil'd in gloom appears, 
 Our onward path obscured with doubts and fears ; 
 This prayer of faith shall bring me sure relief, 
 Lord, I believe, help Thou mine unbelief! 
 
 When tied by this vile chain of sin 
 I feel all dark, all comfortless within ; 
 Help me to say, of sinners tho' the chief, 
 Lord, I believe, help Thou mine unbelief ! 
 
 Help me to see Thy hand — to feel Thy love, 
 Pointing amid the glooms to worlds above ; 
 Still tho' the fig-tree show no fruit nor leaf, 
 Lord, I'll believe, help Thou mine unbelief ! 
 
 Isaiah lv. 1. 
 
 G-uide me, oh ! thou great Eternal, 
 Where the Fount of Hope is found, 
 To those banks for ever vernal, 
 Where the rills of peace abound — 
 Flowing free to all around.
 
 ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS. 70 
 
 That peace which passeth understanding, 
 Such as this world cannot give ; 
 On the Rock of Ages standing, — 
 From that Rock whose streams revive, 
 Drink, my thirsty soul, and live ! 
 
 That hope which maketh not ashamed, 
 'Mid sorrow, trouble, and distress, — 
 The Christian's hope — his anchor famed, - 
 The day-star 'mid life's wilderness, 
 Beaming our weary souls to bliss ! 
 
 Unpurchased blessings ! rise, oh ! rise, 
 And haste ye to the living streams, 
 All ye that thirst ; — the glorious prize, 
 The stricken rock before you gleams, 
 Drink of its soul-reviving streams ! 
 
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 MINOR POEMS 
 
 SONNET WRITTEN ON THE RHINE DU- 
 RING A PAINFUL VOYAGE TO ENGLAND. 
 
 Flow on, thou rapid and majestic stream ! 
 Thou bear'st no wrinkle on thy azure breast, 
 Th' furrowing barks pass o'er thee, yet serene 
 Thy ruffled wave returneth to its rest. — 
 Flow on, bright stream ! and teach the bleeding heart, 
 Furrow'd and cleft by many a passing keel, 
 Condemnd in sorrow and in tears to part, 
 'Mid sever'd ties grief's iron hand to feel. 
 Teach this sad heart a lesson from above, 
 Like thy torn wave to reunite in love, 
 And onward, onward, towards the bright blue sea, 
 With widening current and more deepening Aoav 
 The world, like thy soft banks, receding slow, 
 Launch on thy ocean wave Eternity !
 
 ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS. / 
 
 A PRAYER OF AFFECTION ON THE DAY 
 OF CONFIRMATION. 
 
 "Fatherjj; I pray Thee not 
 For earthly treasure to that most belov'd ! 
 Thy blessings, Father ! shower, 
 Father of mercies ! round her precious head, 
 On her lone walks and on her thoughtful hour 
 
 Blessings be shed !" 
 
 Mrs. Hemans. 
 
 I saw thy form in robes of snowy white 
 Move thro' the sacred aisle, with timid step, 
 And drooping lids, that scarce retain'd the tear 
 Of undefined emotion. — 'Mid the crowd 
 My fond gaze linger'd, 'till I saw thee kneel 
 Beside the sacred shrine, 'mid fair young heads 
 In meek devotion bow'd and deep humility, 
 Pts flowers beneath the farewell gaze of Eve — 
 A mellow'd ray from oriel lattice streaming,
 
 I O MINOR POEMS 
 
 Falls on that lovely group, as 'twere the smile 
 Of angel guests attendant on such rite. — 
 
 And now hast thou pronounced the solemn vow — 
 And giv'n thyself to Him, whose wings of love 
 Shall close around thy path with sheltering stay, 
 And shield thy opening years ! — ah ! what on earth 
 So lovely, as the young, th' unshackled, 
 Undivided heart, that gives itself to God ! 
 Its hopes, its talents, and its feelings all, 
 Outpour'd in trustful meekness at His feet ! 
 
 And now, with venerable hands upraised 
 The Prelate's solemn voice pours forth the prayer — 
 " Defend, Oh! Gracious Father, this thy Child, 
 With Heavenly grace — that thro' the devious paths 
 Of this ensnaring world, she may continue Thine — 
 Thine — Thine for ever ! and in thy Holy Spirit 
 Evermore increase — 'till, thro' a Saviour's love, 
 She come to Thine eternal courts above !
 
 ». *. 
 
 ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS. It 
 
 Deep the Amen a mother's heart responds 
 
 To such a prayer ! Oh ! may its faltering notes 
 
 Borne by a Saviour's mediatorial love 
 
 Reach but his mercy-seat ! — in blessings then 
 
 Shall it descend upon thy gentle head, 
 
 Rich in fruition! — treasured sure in heav'n, 
 
 " Where neither moth nor rust corrupt, nor thieves 
 
 Break thro' and steal." Yet from such well-spring 
 
 pure, 
 Ever distill'd within the thirsty heart, 
 As dew of Hermon on the drooping flower, 
 'Till at the fount we drink, and need its streams 
 
 no more ! 
 
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