There is a heavenly influence, Circling the soul with present power While all is soft and pure within. PART III. (BEING THE FIFTH AND LAST OF CHRISTAbel.) HAST thou not seen, world-weary man, Which nothing gives but sorrow, Where lingering on the pale wet face And patience, eloquently meek, From the threaten'd stroke unshrinking, In mild boldness can but speak The burden of its sadden'd thinking, "Dreary as to-day has been, And sad and cheerless yestereen, 'Twill dawn as dark to-morrow!" Desolate-hearted Christabel, Nightly tears have dimm'd the lustre Droop thy flaxen locks: Yet art thou beautiful, poor girl, As angels in distress, Yea, comforting the soul, sweet girl,` With thy loveliness; For thy beauty's light subdued In sympathy with all things good Thy poor wet face, with sorrow white, A trampling of hoofs at the cullice-port, Through Halegarth wood and Knorren moor, A mingled numerous array, On panting palfreys black and grey, With foam and mud bespatter'd o'er, Hastily cross the flooded Irt, And rich Waswater's beauty skirt, And Sparkling-Tairn, and rough Scathwaite, Have passed the drawbridge and the gate. By thy white flowing beard, and reverend mien, And blazon'd banner standing near, Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine' Like aspens tall beside the brook The stalwart warriors stood and shook, Into the other's eye; "Tis fifty years ago to-day Since in disdain and passion they Had flung each other's love away How had they long'd and pray'd to meet! And The haply scornful other? What if De Vaux were haughty still, - Consented not his rankling ill In charity to smother? Their knees give way, their faces are pale, Penitence and love confest, As within each aching breast The flood of affection grows deeper and stronger, Till they can refrain no longer, But with, Oh, my long-lost brother!” To their hearts they clasp each other, Vowing in the face of heaven All forgotten and forgiven! Then the full luxury of grief That brings the smothered soul relief, |