


FLORA’S ALBUM. 119 


Wall-Speedwell. 

FIDELITY. 
Fler hands were clasped, her dark eyes raised, 
The breeze threw back her hair ; 
Up to the fearful wheel she gazed, — 
All that she loved was there. 
The night was round her clear and cold, 
The holy heaven above, 
Tts pale stars watching to behold 
The might of earthly love. 
“ And bid me not depart,” she cried, 
‘My Rudolph, say not so ! 
This ig no time to quit thy side, 
Peace, peace! I cannot go. 
Hath the world aught for me to fear, 
When death is on thy brow ? 
The world ! what means it? — mine ts here,— 
T will not leave thee now.” 
* * * * 
She spread her mantle o’er his breast, 
She bathed his lips with dew ; 
And on his cheeks such kisses pressed. 
As hope and joy ne’er knew. Mrs. HEMANS. 


























