. The romaunt of Lady Helen Clyde. . ur ruin, such fan-tastic speculations;Know you not the Duke has riches, which yourwants would more than sate ?Think how great would be your honors, and whereeryou wt;nt, ovationsWould be rendered if you wisely linked yourselfwith such a mate. Praise is but a bubble, father—wealth perhaps mayprove no a soul with true love pulsing, is a thing thatnever dies ;Noble deeds, not gold, make greatness ; lovinghearts, not titles, measureClaims to happiness on earth, or joy beyondthe skies. 20 Helen, said her father, hear me ; banish from yourmind foreve
. The romaunt of Lady Helen Clyde. . ur ruin, such fan-tastic speculations;Know you not the Duke has riches, which yourwants would more than sate ?Think how great would be your honors, and whereeryou wt;nt, ovationsWould be rendered if you wisely linked yourselfwith such a mate. Praise is but a bubble, father—wealth perhaps mayprove no a soul with true love pulsing, is a thing thatnever dies ;Noble deeds, not gold, make greatness ; lovinghearts, not titles, measureClaims to happiness on earth, or joy beyondthe skies. 20 Helen, said her father, hear me ; banish from yourmind foreverAll such sentimental notions—they will bringyou, child, but ill ! But with sweetness, yet with firmness, Lady Helenanswered, Never!Never, father, till my heart shall in this breastbe still ! 21 Hear me, father, hear m\ story; there is one Illwed or no man ;I would rather choose a cottage than a castle bythe sea !Is he noble ? Aye, believe me, noble as the noblestRoman—Father, tis our gifted friend, the artist, MortimerDu Silence, girl ! exclaimed her father, never shallyour wish be granted !Rather would I see you lying, cola and still, towake no more ;He shall leave our home this moment, he who hasyour wits he neer again as guest shall cross thethreshold of our door ! With an eloquence of silence and a rhetoric ofsadness,Helen gazed upon her father for a while—thensoftly said: Be it so ! Twas all she uttered ; but, alas ! thewonted gladnessNeer regained its old dominion; for her heartin secret bled. 24 All that night within her chamber Lady Helen,broken-hearted,Watched the moonbeams weirdly falling on thesilver waves below ;Thought and wept about her lover, who that eveninghad the great, pure stars in heaven paledbeneath her hopeless woe. 25 Months rolled on, but brought no tidings from thehero of our story ;Day by day sweet Lady Helens face did thin-ner, paler grow ;Til she heard the angels call her from the gleaminggates of
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