Who will believe that, with a smile whose blessing With look, like patient Job's, eschewing evil; That in thy breast there springs a poison fountain, Deadlier than that where bathes the Upas tree; And in thy wrath, a nursing cat-o'-mountain Is calm as her babe's sleep, compared with thee! And underneath that face, like summer ocean's, Love, hatred, pride, hope, sorrow,—all save fear. Love-for thy land, as if she were thy daughter, Her pipe in peace, her tomahawk in wars; Hatred-of missionaries and cold water; Pride-in thy rifle-trophies and thy scars; Hope that thy wrongs, may be by the Great Spirit Remembered and revenged, when thou art gone; Sorrow-that none are left thee to inherit Thy name, thy fame, thy passions, and thy throne! LOVE. The imperial votress passed on In maiden meditation, fancy free. Midsummer Night's Dream, Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score again? BENEDICT, in Much Ado about Nothing. I. WHEN the tree of Love is budding first, Ere yet its leaves are green, Ere yet, by shower and sunbeam nurst Its infant life has been; The wild bee's slightest touch might wring The buds from off the tree, As the gentle dip of the swallow's wing II. But when its open leaves have A home in the free air, ind Pluck them, and there remain Tound That ever rankles there. The blight of hope and happiness And the bitter tear that follows is III. When the flame of love is kindled first, 'Tis the fire-fly's light at even, 'Tis dim as the wandering stars that burst In the blue of the summer heaven. A breath can bid it burn no more, Or if, at times, its beams Come on the memory, they pass o'er IV. But when that flame has blazed into A being and a power, And smiled in scorn upon the dew 'Tis the flame that curls round the martyr's head, Whose task is to destroy; 'Tis the lamp on the altars of the dead, Whose light but darkens joy! V. Then crush, even in their hour of birth, The infant buds of Love, And tread his glowing fire to earth, Ere 'tis dark in clouds above; Cherish no more a cypress tree Nor nurse a heart-flame that may be |