Poems . r. And, little Ella, you were pale, becauseSo soon you were to die. I know why there ever seemed a sort ofgauzeOver your deep blue eyes, and sadyoung were too good to grow up, Ella, And be a woman such as I have known!And so upon your heart they put left you, dear, amongst the flowersand dew. Gods will is good. He knew whatwould be will not weep thee, darling, anymore;I have not wept thee ; though my heart,oppiestWith many memories, for thy sake will is good, and great His wast a little star, and thou didst shineUpon my
Poems . r. And, little Ella, you were pale, becauseSo soon you were to die. I know why there ever seemed a sort ofgauzeOver your deep blue eyes, and sadyoung were too good to grow up, Ella, And be a woman such as I have known!And so upon your heart they put left you, dear, amongst the flowersand dew. Gods will is good. He knew whatwould be will not weep thee, darling, anymore;I have not wept thee ; though my heart,oppiestWith many memories, for thy sake will is good, and great His wast a little star, and thou didst shineUpon my cradle ; but thou wast wast not mine, my darling; thouart His. My morning star ! twin sister of mysoul !My little elfin friend from Fairy-Land!Whose memory is yet innocent of thewholeOf that which makes me doubly needthy little guiding hand so soon with-drawn !Here where I find so little like to thou wert as the breath of dawnto me,Starry, and pure, and brief as is Around these antique towers that glimmer to the moon. —Page 264. PALINGENESIS. 265 Thy knight was I, and thou my Fairy Accomplisht. And, behold ! about mc Queen. now (T was in the days of love and chiv- There rest the gloom, the glory, and ali-y !) the awe And thou didst hide thee in a bower of Of a new martyrdom, no dreams fore- green. saw ; But thou so well hast hidden thee, And the thorn-crown hath blossomed on that I my brow. Have never found thee since. And thou didst set A martyrdom, but with a martyrs joy! Many a task, and quest, and high A hope I never hoped for ! and a sense emprise, That nothing henceforth ever can de- Ere I should win my guerdon from stroy : — thine eyes, Within my breast the serene confidence So many, and so many, that not yet Of mercy in the misery of things ; Of meaning in the mystery of all ; My tasks are ended or my wanderings Of blessing in whatever may befall ; oer. Of rest predestined to all wanderings. But some day thou wilt send across
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