PROSE AND POETRY. 



Spotless I could prove him, 



Dur'st yc pause to hear 

 One who ne'er could love him 



But that he is pure ! 



te Lo ! again I glory 



To do all he dared ; 

 Make your triumph gory 

 With one victim mure. 

 No ! then cede a blessing, 



Twill become your fame ; 

 Grant us one caressing 

 Ere we part for Heaven !" 



They looked on her coldly, 



J3ut no answer gave, 

 Bright as she and boldly 



Met the frow n of death : 

 Till an aged father 



Onward moved his cross, 

 And no few did gather 



Tears from her distress. 



One stood forth opposing 



Her impassioned way ; 

 Heartless prayer who prosing 



Unblest crosses signed ; 

 But tli' indignant maiden 



Seized t! ready steel, 

 And the caitiff laid in 



Death beneath her feet ! 



Then ecstatic darting 



To her idol's arms ; 

 Then the dread of parting 



Chiding, while she wept : 

 One wild look she hurried 



Up from them to Heaven, 

 And the dagger buried 



Glowing in his breast ! 

 Fain would they have tore her 



From that bond of death ; 

 Up the pile who bore her 



Twined around his corse : 

 But the wild flames darted 



On their patient prey, 

 Tho' meek life had parted 



From her when lie died. 



Hark ! what means yon sounding, 



Like th' uprising sea, 

 Loud and louder bounding, 



Till it roars in wrath ? 

 There live yet whom sadness 



And love's wrongs can rouse, 

 And they rush in madness 



On that stubborn train. 

 Then cold hearts that heeded 



Never pity's cry, 

 Writhed unhelped, while speeded 



Their last pang on earth ; 



