The weary wheel to a spinnet turned, And for him who sat by the chimney lug, A manly form at her side she saw, Then she took up her burden of life again, Alas for maiden, alas for Judge! God pity them both! and pity us all, For of all sad words of tongue or pen, Ah, well! for us all some sweet hope lies Deeply buried from human eyes; And, in the hereafter, angels may Roll the stone from its grave away! JOHN G. WHITTIER. Knight Toggenburg. Vows this heart to thee; Ask no other, warmer feeling- Tranquil would I see thy coming, Tranquil see thee go; What that starting tear would tell me, KNIGHT TOGGENBURG. He with silent anguish listens, Seeks the Holy Tomb. There full many a deed of glory One long year he bears his sorrow, Rest he seeks, but finding never, Sees a ship by Joppa's haven, Which, with swelling sail, Wafts him where his lady's breathing At her father's castle-portal Hark! his knock is heard: See the gloomy gate uncloses - grow With the thunder-word: "She thou seek'st is veiled Is the bride of her g must Yester-eve th She e needs no stone ching that I loved can; to God is given.” 7* 153 The weary wheel to a spinnet turned, And for him who sat by the chimney lug, A manly form at her side she saw, Then she took up her burden of life again, Alas for maiden, alas for Judge! God pity them both! and pity us all, For of all sad words of tongue or pen, Ah, well! for us all some sweet hope lies Deeply buried from human eyes; And, in the hereafter, angels may Roll the stone from its grave away! JOHN G. WHITTIER. Knight Toggenburg. Vows this heart to thee; Ask no other, warmer feeling- Tranquil would I see thy coming, Tranquil see thee go; What that starting tear would tell me, KNIGHT TOGGENBURG. He with silent anguish listens, Seeks the Holy Tomb. There full many a deed of glory But the pang that wrings his bosom One long year he bears his sorrow, Rest he seeks, but finding never, Sees a ship by Joppa's haven, Which, with swelling sail, At her father's castle-portal See the gloomy gate uncloses With the thunder-word: "She thou seek'st is veiled forever, Is the bride of hearn; Yester-eve the vows were plighted She to God is given." 153 Then his old ancestral castle He forever flees; Battle-steed and trusty weapon From the Toggenburg descending For the frame once sheathed in iron There beside that hallowed region Sat he there alone. Gazing upward to the convent Till that form looked forth so lovely, Till the sweet face smiled Down into the lonesome valley, Then he laid him down to slumber, Showed again its beams. Thus for days he watched and waited, Thus for years he lay, Happy if he saw the lattice Open day by day |