Evalena . her knees, the faithful nurse Crosses herself and calls on God to curse The soul of Phyllis if she ever dare To faithless be, or ever cease to care For Evalena with a mothers love. The weary days have plodded on apace. As plods the pointers on the dials face; And over field and hill-side autumn leaves Fall thickly where the lately gathered sheaves Stood rich and full. And now the brooklet sings A doleful roundelay; the grape-vine swings Its withered tendrils in the autumn breeze; And squirrels chatter gayly in the trees. The calm of nature settles over all; A radiant, rare, rich, haz
Evalena . her knees, the faithful nurse Crosses herself and calls on God to curse The soul of Phyllis if she ever dare To faithless be, or ever cease to care For Evalena with a mothers love. The weary days have plodded on apace. As plods the pointers on the dials face; And over field and hill-side autumn leaves Fall thickly where the lately gathered sheaves Stood rich and full. And now the brooklet sings A doleful roundelay; the grape-vine swings Its withered tendrils in the autumn breeze; And squirrels chatter gayly in the trees. The calm of nature settles over all; A radiant, rare, rich, hazy, golden Fall. And Evalena, full of youthful hope. Returns again to hoop and skipping rope. And Phyllis, mindful of each childish call. Is sister, nurse, friend, father, mother, all. The calm of nature ends the storm of death. And as Sir Randall] raved with every breath, A sudden change came like the silent sea; So calm, in fact, twas pitiful to see. The parent, who so fondly pledged his love 11 EVALEN A. whe;re; old gray stonks pii,ed high among rut ci,Ay. 12 EVALEN A Through any fate which Fortune chose to weave,Sat down with folded hands and drooping head,Content the livelong day to mope and years went by, but still no note of timeCame to that aching heart mth merry chime;But listless as a breathless summer day,Saw not his little Eva at her 3^outhful heart) can break and heal anew;And as the little Eva taller grew,A stately presence seemed her fallen lot;And 3^et her presence Randall heeded has he quite forgot the little on that last, last night so sweetly layUpon her mothers breast in childish dream?O God of Pity! are things as they seem? They come not single spies, but trouble sore Unto the burdened heart come by the score. The bees hum in the clover blossoms sweet. The squirrels chatter in their gay retreat. The brooklet, dancing gayly, speeds away; But Evalena heeds them not to-day. For down the wooded path, close to the brook, A fun
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