92 GENEVIEVE. 78. GENEVIEVE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Oft in my waking dreams do I The moonshine stealing o'er the scene She lean'd against the armed man, Few sorrows hath she of her own. The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, She listened with a flitting blush, But gaze upon her face. GENEVIEVE. I told her of the Knight that wore I told her how he pined: and ah! She listened with a flitting blush, But when I told the cruel scorn Which crazed that bold and lovely Knight, Bnt sometimes from the savage den, There came and looked him in the face And that unknowing what he did, 93 And how she wept, and clasped his knees; The scorn that crazed his brain ; And that she nursed him in a cave; His dying words-but when I reached All impulses of soul and sense And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, She wept with pity and delight, Her bosom heaved-she stepped aside, GENEVIEVE. She half enclosed me with her arms, 'Twas partly love, and partly fear, I calmed her fears; and she was calm, My bright and beauteous bride! COLERIDGE. 79. WE ARE ALL GOD'S CHILDREN. CHILDREN We are all, 95 Of one Great Father, in whatever clime Nations and hues, and dialects alike. According to their works shall they be judged, Their good and evil weighs. SOUTHEY. 80. GOODNESS THE ONLY TRUE NOBILITY. HOWE'ER it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. True hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith, than Norman blood. TENNYSON. 36 96 FROM INDIA. 81. FROM INDIA. "O, COME you from the Indies, and, soldier, can you tell Aught of the gallant 90th, and who are safe and well? O, soldier, say my son is safe; for nothing else I care,And you shall have a mother's thanks-shall have a widow's prayer." cr "Q, I've come from the Indies-I've just come from the war; And well I know the 90th, and gallant lads they are; From colonel down to rank and file, I know my comrades well, And news I've brought for you, mother, your Robert bade me tell." "And do you know my Robert now? O, tell me, tell me true, Through Havelock's fights and marches the 90th were there; In all the gallant 90th did, your Robert did his share; Twice he went into Lucknow, untouched by steel or ball, And you may bless your God, old dame, that brought him safe through all." “O, thanks unto the living God that heard his mother's prayer, The widow's cry that rose on high her only son to spare; away; And what to his old mother did my darling bid you say?" "Mother, he saved his colonel's life, and bravely it was done; In the Despatch they told it all, and named and praised your son; A medal and a pension's his; good luck to him I say, And he has not a comrade but will wish him well to-day." |