"Whose image never may depart, Deep graven on this grateful heart, Till memory be dead;

"To one whose love for me shall last When lighter passions long have passed, So holy 'tis and true;

To one whose love hath longer dwelt,
More deeply fixed, more keenly felt,
Than any pledged by you."

Each guest upstarted at the word,
And laid a hand upon his sword,

With fury-flashing eye;

And Stanley said, "We crave the name,

Proud knight of this most peerless dame,

Whose love you count so high."

St. Leon paused, as if he would

Not breathe her name in careless mood

Thus lightly to another;

Then bent his noble head, as though
To give that word the reverence due,

And gently said, "My mother!"

A VALEDICTION.

God be with thee, my beloved,-God be with thee! Else alone thou goest forth,

Thy face unto the north,

Moor and pleasance all around thee and beneath

thee,

Looking equal in one snow;

While I, who try to reach thee,

Vainly follow, vainly follow,

With the farewell and the hollo,

And cannot reach thee so.

Alas! I can but teach thee:

God be with thee, my beloved,-GOD be with thee!

The wisdom poor of all that could enrich thee;

My right would show like left;

My raising would depress thee;

My choice of light would blind thee;

Of way, would leave behind thee;
Of end, would leave bereft.

Alas! I can but bless thee:

May GOD teach thee, my beloved,

teach thee!

Can I bless thee, my beloved,

What blessing word can I

may GOD

can I bless thee?

From mine own tears keep dry?

What flowers grow in my field wherewith to

dress thee?

My good reverts to ill;

My calmnesses would move thee;
My softnesses would prick thee;

My bindings-up would break thee;
My crownings, curse and kill.

Alas! I can but love thee:

May God bless thee, my beloved,

may GOD

bless thee!

Can I love thee, my beloved, can I love thee?·

And is this like love, to stand

With no help in my hand,

When strong as death I fain would watch above thee?

My love-kiss can deny

No tears that fall beneath it;
Mine oath of love can swear thee

From no ill that comes near thee

e;

And thou diest while I breathe it ;

And I-I can but die!

May GOD love thee, my beloved,—may God love

thee!