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And to her hamlet's chapel, where it rose
Hallowing the forest unto deep repose,
Her spirit turn'd.-The very wood-note, sung
In early spring-time, by the bird, which dwelt
Where o'er her father's roof the beech-leaves hung,
Was in her heart; a music heard and felt,
Winning her back to nature. She unbound

The helm of many battles from her head,

And with her bright locks bow'd to sweep the ground,
Lifting her voice up, wept for joy, and said,-
"Bless me, my father, bless me! and with thee,
To the still cabin and the beechen-tree,

Let me return!"

Oh! never did thine eye

Through the green haunts of happy infancy
Wander again, Joanne !-too much of fame
Had shed its radiance on thy peasant-name;
And bought alone by gifts beyond all price,
The trusting heart's repose, the paradise
Of home with all its loves, doth fate allow
The crown of glory unto woman's brow.

PAULINE.

To die for what we love!-Oh! there is power

In the true heart, and pride, and joy, for this;

It is to live without the vanish'd light

That strength is needed.

Cosi trapassa al trapassar d'un giorno
Della vita mortal il fiore e 'l verde.

TASSO.

ALONG the star-lit Seine went music swelling,

Till the air thrill'd with its exulting mirth; Proudly it floated, even as if no dwelling

For cares or stricken hearts were found on earth;

And a glad sound the measure lightly beat,

A happy chime of many dancing feet.

For in a palace of the land that night,

Lamps, and fresh roses, and green leaves were hung,

And from the painted walls a stream of light

On flying forms beneath soft splendor flung:

But loveliest far amidst the revel's pride
Was one, the lady from the Danube-side."

Pauline, the meekly bright !-though now no more Her clear eye flash'd with youth's all tameless glee, Yet something holier than its dayspring wore,

There in soft rest lay beautiful to see;

A charm with graver, tenderer sweetness fraught-
The blending of deep love and matron thought.

Through the gay throng she moved, serenely fair,
And such calm joy as fills a moonlight sky,
Sate on her brow beneath its graceful hair,

As her young daughter in the dance went by,
With the fleet step of one that yet hath known
Smiles and kind voices in this world alone.

Lurk'd there no secret boding in her breast?
Did no faint whisper warn of evil nigh?
Such oft awake when most the heart seems blest
'Midst the light laughter of festivity :

Whence come those tones?-Alas! enough we know,
To mingle fear with all triumphal show!

Who spoke of evil, when young feet were flying
In fairy rings around the echoing hall?
Soft airs through braided locks in perfume sighing,
Glad pulses beating unto music's call?

Silence !—the minstrels pause-and hark! a sound,
A strange, quick rustling which their notes had drown'd!

And lo! a light upon the dancers breaking—

Not such their clear and silvery lamps had shed! From the gay dream of revelry awaking,

One moment holds them still in breathless dread : The wild, fierce lustre grows-then bursts a cryFire! through the hall and round it gathering-fly!

And forth they rush-as chased by sword and spear

To the green coverts of the garden-bowers;

A gorgeous masque of pageantry and fear,

Startling the birds and trampling down the flowers: While from the dome behind, red sparkles driven Pierce the dark stillness of the midnight heaven.

And where is she, Pauline ?-the hurrying throng
Have swept her onward, as a stormy blast
Might sweep some faint, o'erwearied bird along-
Till now the threshold of that death is past,
And free she stands beneath the starry skies,
Calling her child—but no sweet voice replies.

"Bertha! where art thou?-Speak, oh! speak, my

own!"

Alas! unconscious of her pangs the while, The gentle girl, in fear's cold grasp alone, Powerless hath sunk within the blazing pile;

A young bright form, deck'd gloriously for death, With flowers all shrinking from the flame's fierce breath!

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