Fond longings dimly understood, Than I, before a human shrine, As mortal and as frail as mine, With heart, and soul, and mind, and form, "Full soon, upon that dream of sin, The shrine was cold, at which I knelt; I passed a fearful time. "There came a voice-it checked the tear In heart and soul it wrought a change ; My father's voice was in my ear; It whispered of revenge! A new and fiercer feeling swept "A youthful warrior of the wild, Through camp and town and wilderness Just when the tide of hate had passed, The bloody token of success. "Oh God! with what an awful power And then I felt alas too late That underneath the mask of hate, That shame and guilt and wrong had thrown O'er feelings which they might not own, The heart's wild love had known no change; And still, that deep and hidden love, I thought not of his baleful guile, I only saw that victim's smile I only felt, I only heard The greeting and the parting word The smile the embrace the tone, which made An Eden of the forest shade. "And oh, with what a loathing eye, With what a deadly hate, and deep, |