I have prosed with a reckless bard, who rehearses Every day a thousand verses; But oh! more marvellous twenty times Than the bully's lies, or the blockhead's rhymes, The Abbess lifted up her eye, And frown'd an angry frown. Than suits a love-sick maiden's vow; There shall thy dwelling be to-night; Axe and cord were fitter doom, Desolate grave and mouldering tomb; But the merciful faith that speaks the sentence, Joys in the dawn of a soul's repentance, And the eyes may shed sweet tears for them, Whom the hands chastise, and the lips condemn!" I have seen men walk on the Bixton wheel; And 'twere better to tread all day and night, With a rogue on the left, and a rogue on the right, Than lend our persons or our purses To that old lady's tender mercies! "Ay! work your will!" the young girl said; And as she spoke she raised her head, And for a moment turned aside, To check the tear she could not hide;"Ay! work your will! I know you all, Your holy aims and pious arts, And how you love to fling a pall On fading joys, and blighted hearts; And how in purity and truth The flower of early joy was nurst, Till sadness nipp'd its blushing youth, And holy mummery call'd it curst You would but watch my sobs and sighs, Walk nightly round the slumberer's head; The heart will lose its dream of gladness; Will live in torture-yea! in madness! And look! I will not fear or feel I will not kneel and pray to you!" If you had seen that tender cheek, You would not have thought in a thing so weak, Such a fiery spirit grew. But the trees which summer's breezes shake, Are shivered in winter's gale; And a meek girl's heart will bear to break, When a proud man's truth would fail. Never a word she uttered more; They have led her down the stair, And naught have they set beside her bed, But a lonely lamp, and a loaf of bread, The breast is bold that grows not cold, That door was made by the cunning hand. Human skill and heavenly thunder But then, oh then began to run Horrible whispers from nun to nun: "Sister Amelia,"-" Sister Anne," "Do tell us how it all began;" "The youth was a handsome youth, that's certain, For Bertha peeped from behind the curtain:" "As sure as I have human eyes, It was the devil in disguise; His hair hanging down like threads of wire 'And his mouth breathing smoke, like a haystack on fire And the ground beneath his footstep rocking," "Lord! Isabel, how very shocking!" "Poor Violette! she was so merry; To see how she frown'd when the Abbess bless'd her;" "Was Father Anselm there to shrive? For I'm sure she'll never come out alive!" "Dear Elgitha, don't frighten us so !" Since Father Peter was put in the cell "No! and he lives there still, they say, In his cloak of black, and his cowl of gray, Weeping, and wailing, and walking about, With an endless grief, and an endless gout, And wiping his eyes with a kerchief of lawn, And ringing his bell from dusk to dawn!" "Let us pray to be saved from love and spectres!""From the haunted cell !"-"And the abbess's lectures!" The garish sun has gone away, And taken with him the toils of day; Foul ambition's hollow schemes, Busy labor's golden dreams, |