VIII. Yet once I sank. Alas! man's wavering mind! With every wind? So, Father! must we be, - Till we can fix undimm'd our stedfast eyes on Thee. Once my IX. soul died within me. What had thrown That sickness o'er it ?-Even a passing thought Of a clear spring, whose side, with flowers o'ergrown, Fondly and oft my boyish steps had sought! Perchance the damp roof's water-drops, that fell Just then, low tinkling through my vaulted cell, Intensely heard amidst the stillness, caught Some tone from memory, of the music, welling Ever with that fresh rill, from its deep rocky dwelling. X. But so my spirit's fever'd longings wrought, Yes! kindling, spreading, brightening, hue by hue, Girt by the solemn hills and burning pomp of sky. XI. I look'd-and lo! the clear broad river flowing, The lone tower dark against a Heaven all glowing, And their still shadows in the gleaming tide, And midst the scene-oh! more than all-there smil'd My child's fair face, and hers, the mother of my child! XII. . With their soft eyes of love and gladness rais'd Of day's last hectic blush, all melted from my sight. 3 XIII. Then darkness!-oh! th' unutterable gloom Such deep thirst in my soul, that thus bereft, I lay down, sick with passion's vain excess, XIV. But I was rous'd-and how?-It is no tale Even midst thy shades, thou wilderness, to tell! In that drear prison-house.-His eye must grow Let childhood's radiant mist the free child yet enfold ! XV. It is enough that through such heavy hours, I liv'd, and undegraded. We have powers To snatch th' oppressor's bitter joy away! Shall the wild Indian, for his savage fame, It is enough that Torture may be vain I had seen Alvar die-the strife was won from Pain. XVI. And faint not, heart of man! though years wane slow! There have been those that from the deepest caves, Down, farther down than gold lies hid, have nurs'd This green earth, taking back my freedom from my God! XVII. That was an hour to send its fadeless trace Down life's far sweeping tide!-A dim, wild night, Like sorrow, hung upon the soft moon's face, Yet how my heart leap'd in her blessed light! The thousand streams!-I could but gaze through tearsOh! what a sight is Heaven, thus first beheld for years! |