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'tis like a rose, which in the dawn
ADVERSA ÆQVO ANIMO FERENDA ESSE
those evils they mourn for night and day,
THE WARRIOR TO HIS DEAD BRIDE
F in the fight my arm was strong
if conquering and unhurt I came
back from the battle-field-
my safeguard and my shield.
with the same love divine
so hard, so stern, as mine-
since last they looked on thine.
through the dim midnight air,
and soothes my great despair-
A. A. PROCTER
286 TO THE JEWS TO MOURN FOR THEIR DESTRUCTION ONSIDER ye and call for the mourning women
that they may come ; and send for cunning women, that they may come: and let them make haste, and take up a wailing for us, that our eyes may run down with tears, and our eyelids gush out with waters. For a voice of wailing is heard out of Zion, “How are we spoiled, we are greatly confounded, because we have forsaken the land, because our dwellings have cast us out!' Yet hear the word of the Lord, O ye women, and let your ear receive the word of his mouth, and teach your daughters wailing, and every one her neighủpur lamentation. For death is come up into our windows, to cut off the children from without and the young men from the streets : the carcases of men shall fall as dung upon the open field, and as the handful after the harvestman, and none shall gather them.
RIGHTLY, brightly hast thou fled,
one grief had bowed thy head !
with thy bounding heart.
ere with dust o'erspread:
be about thee shen!
So we give thee to the earth,
o'er thy gentle head ;
brightly thus hast fled !
DIRGE OF A CHILD
O bitter tears for thee be shed,
blossom of being! seen and gone!
O blest departed One!
such dwelling to adorn.
its incense there to breathe;
THOU by heaven ordained to be
arbitress of man's destiny ! from thy sweet lip one tender sigh, one glance from thine approving eye, can raise or bend him at thy will, to virtue's noblest flights or worst extremes of ill! Be angel-minded ! and despise thy sex's little vanities; and let not passion's lawless tide thy better purpose sweep aside; for woe awaits the evil hour that tends to man's annoy thy heaven-entrusted power. Woman! 'tis thine to cleanse his heart from every gross, unholy part ; thine, in domestic solitude, to win him to be wise and good; his pattern guide and friend to be, to give him back the heaven he forfeited for thee.
F wine and music have the power
to ease the sickness of the soul ;
But she to-morrow will return,