And while her friends were with her, her pure mind Seemed meekly to the will of heaven resigned; But sometimes, if she sat in solitude, Dark bodings on her spirit would intrude; One parting word to say-one kiss to give; Might life's decaying lamp just faintly burn, She wished on earth; but every mortal thrall The whisperings of her bosom, where still strove, It was a wintry evening;--and the breeze Moaned wildly through the leafless poplar trees; And Margaret sadly sate beside the hearth She once made joyous with her harmless mirth; She started! for she heard her chamber door Thrown open, and a step upon the floor Behind her; and she felt that she was pressed Again unto her Henry's throbbing breast! She flung herself upon his bosom :-when They parted from that long embrace, again Of colour on the pale and placid cheek ; He laid his hand that faithful heart upon, 'T was motionless !-his Margaret's life was gone! THE SLEEPERS. THEY are sleeping! who are sleeping? Children wearied with their play; For the stars of night are peeping, As the dew upon the blossoms Bows them on the slender stem,— So, as light as their own bosoms, Balmy sleep has conquered them. They are sleeping! who are sleeping? Mortals compassed round with woe,— Eyelids wearied out with weeping, Close for very weakness now; And that short relief from sorrow, Harassed nature shall sustain, Till they wake again to morrow, Strengthened to contend with pain. They are sleeping! who are sleeping? And sweet dreams are o'er them creeping, All they loved! again they clasp them,— Feel again their long-lost joys! But the haste with which they grasp them, Every fairy form destroys. They are sleeping! who are sleeping? Misers by their hoarded gold; And in fancy now are heaping Gems and pearls of price untold. Golden chains their limbs encumber, Diamonds seem before them strown; But they waken from their slumber, They are sleeping! who are sleeping? Anxious friends are fondly keeping Other hopes have all forsaken, One remains-that slumber deep; Speak not, lest they should awaken From that sweet, that saving sleep. They are sleeping! who are sleeping? Thousands who have passed away, From a world of woe and weeping, To the regions of decay. |