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Oh! death is mighty to make peace ;
Now bid his work be done !
So many an inward strife shall cease
Take, take these babes, my son!”
His eye was dimm’d--the strong man shook
With feelings long suppress'd ; Up in his arms the boys he took,
And strain'd them to his breast.
And a shout from all in the royal hall
Burst forth to hail the sight; And eyes were wet, midst the brave that met
At the Kaiser's feast that night.
TASSO AND HIS SISTER.
Devant vous est Sorrente ; là démeuroit la soeur de Tasse, quand il vint en pélérin demander à cette obscure amie, un asyle contre l'injustice des princes,-Ses longues douleurs avaient presque egaré sa raison ; il ne lui restoit plus que son génie."--Corinne.
She sat, where on each wind that sigh’d,
The citron's breath went by,
While the red gold of eventide
Burn'd in th’Italian sky.
Full oft sweet laughter found,
To the high vineyards round.
But still and thoughtful, at her knee,
Her children stood that hour,
Hush'd as by words of power.
Up to their mother's face,
They stood in silent grace.
While she-yet something o'er her look
Of mournfulness was spread-
The glorious numbers read;
Its light on evil years ;
The triumph--and the tears.
* It is scarcely necessary to recall the well-known Italian saying, that Tasso with his sword and pen was superior to all men.
She read of fair Erminia's flight,
Which Venice once might hear
By many a Gondolier ;
That wrapt the myrtle grove;
That slew his Paynim love.
Young cheeks around that bright page glow'd,
Young holy hearts were stirr'd ;
And the meek tears of woman flow'd
Fast o'er each burning word. And sounds of breeze, and fount, and leaf,
Came sweet, each pause between; When a strange voice of sudden grief
Burst on the gentle scene.
The mother turn'd--a way-worn man,
In pilgrim-garb stood nigh,
Of proud yet mournful eye.
From that dark eye gush'd free,
“Forgotten! ev'n by thee !
“ Am I so changed ?--and yet we two
Oft hand in hand have play'd ;
This brow hath been all bath'd in dew,
From wreaths which thou hast made;
We have knelt down and said one prayer,
And sung one vesper-strain;
Tell me those words again!