-made the bold attempt, so happily prevented by Leopold's opportune appearance.
The monk suffered the penalty of his crimes; and the young soldier received the hand of the lovely creature to whom he had been so deeply, and so ardently attached.
BY THE REV. H. H. MILMAN,
Professor of Poetry, in the University of Oxford.
LOVE Thee!-oh, Thou, the world's eternal Sire!
Whose palace is the vast infinity,
Time, space, height, depth, oh God! are full of Thee,
And sun-eyed seraphs tremble and admire.
Love Thee!but Thou art girt with vengeful fire,
And mountains quake, and banded nations flee,
And terror shakes the wide unfathomed sea,
When the heavens rock with Thy tempestuous ire.
Oh, Thou! too vast for thought to comprehend,
That wast ere time,-shalt be when time is o'er ;
Ages and worlds begin-grow old-and end,
Systems and suns Thy changeless throne before,
Commence and close their cycles :-lost, I bend
To earth my prostrate soul, aud shudder and adore!
LOVE Thee!-oh, clad in human lowliness,
-In Whom each heart its mortal kindred knows-— Our flesh, our form, our tears, our pains, our woes,A fellow wanderer o'er earth's wilderness!
Love Thee! Whose every word but breathes to bless! Through Thee, from long-sealed lips, glad language
The blind their eyes, that laugh with light, unclose;
And babes, unchid, Thy garment's hem caress.
-I see Thee, doomed by bitterest pangs to die,
Up the sad hill, with willing footsteps, move,
With scourge, and taunt, and wanton agony,
While the cross nods, in hideous gloom, above,
Though all-even there-be radiant Deity!
-Speechless I gaze, and my whole soul is Love!
THOUGH all at once, unheard, reprove me,
Left-alike by friend and foe,
-I will not shrink, if thou but love me,
No hand but thine can strike the blow.
And sayest thou that I dare not face
The storm that bursts above my head!
The proud most keenly feel disgrace,
Aud 'tis disgrace, alone, I dread.
I fear not censure's bitter sneer,
I heed not envy's venomed tongue,
Nor had'st thou seen one woman's tear,
If my own heart had known no wrong.
And even though wrong, if thou can'st love me,
Or friend, or foe, may frown on me ;-
Their barbarous rage shall never move me,
If blest by one kind word from thee !
OH! lead me forth-and let me gaze,
Once more, upon the moon's soft rays;
View, once again, the starry sky,
Drink of the balmy air,-and die!
This fading form no spell may save,
"Tis passing to the welcome grave:
-Ere yonder blossom's dewy trance
Shall melt before the morning glance,-
'Ere yet the early lark shall wake,
This heart-oh, what a joy!-must break.
I weep, but 'tis not that I grieve
This sweet and sunny world to leave,-
I mourn the barter of my youth
For treason in the form of truth;
I deemed not that this weary breast
So soon should wander to its rest;
But quick life's golden chain decays,
When falsehood's mildew on it preys,
-I felt the rust within my soul
Gnaw link from link!-now snaps the whole !
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