MOZART'S REQUIEM 171 MOZART'S REQUIEM ["A SHORT time before the death of Mozart, a stranger of remarkable appearance, and dressed in deep mourning, called at his house, and requested him to prepare a requiem, in his best style, for the funeral of a distinguished person. The sensitive imagination of the composer immediately seized upon the circumstance as an omen of his own fate; and the nervous anxiety with which he laboured to fulfil the task, had the effect of realising his impression. He died within a few days after completing this magnificent piece of music, which was performed at his interment."] "These birds of Paradise but long to flee Back to their native mansion." A REQUIEM!-and for whom? For valour fallen ?—a broken rose or sword? With pomp of stately grief, Banner, and torch, and waving plume deplored? Not so-it is not so! The warning voice I know, From other worlds a strange mysterious tone; A solemn funeral air It called me to prepare, And my heart answered secretly-my own! One more, then, one more strain, Mighty the troubled spirit to enthrall ! Of passion and of power Full into that deep lay-the last of all! The last and I must go From this bright world below, This realm of sunshine, ringing with sweet sound! Must leave its festal skies, With all their melodies, That ever in my breast glad echoes found! Yet have I known it long: Too restless and too strong Within this clay hath been the o'ermastering flame; Swift thoughts, that came and went Like torrents o'er me sent, Have shaken as a reed my thrilling frame. Like perfumes on the wind, The Beautiful comes floating through my soul; The spirit to detain Of the deep harmonies that past me roll. Therefore disturbing dreams Trouble the secret streams And founts of music that o'erflow my breast; Something far more divine Than may on earth be mine, Haunts my worn heart, and will not let me rest. Shall I then fear the tone That breathes from worlds unknown?Surely these feverish aspirations there Shall grasp their full desire, And this unsettled fire Burn calmly, brightly, in immortal air. THE IMAGE IN LAVA One more, then, one more strain; A rich, and deep, and passionate farewell! With fear, hope, trembling fraught, 173 THE IMAGE IN LAVA [THE impression of a woman's form, with an infant clasped to her bosom, was found at the uncovering of Herculaneum.] THOU thing of years departed! Since here the mournful seal was set By love and agony ! Temple and tower have mouldered, And childhood's fragile image, Survives the proud memorials reared By conquerors of mankind. Babe! wert thou brightly slumbering Upon thy mother's breast When suddenly the fiery tomb Shut round each gentle guest? A strange dark fate o'ertook you, Haply of that fond bosom On ashes here impressed, Thou wert the only treasure, child! Perchance all vainly lavished And where it trusted, naught remained Far better, then, to perish, Thy form within its clasp, Than live and lose thee, precious one! From that impassioned grasp. Oh! I could pass all relics Love human love! what art thou? Immortal, oh! immortal Thou art, whose earthly glow Hath given these ashes holinessIt must, it must be so! CHRISTMAS CAROL 175 CHRISTMAS CAROL O LOVELY Voices of the sky O clear and shining Light! whose beams As in that holiest night Of Hope, and Joy, and Faith, O clear and shining Light! O Star! which led to Him whose love In heaven thou art not set, Thy rays earth might not dim Send them to guide us yet, O Star which led to Him! |