Thrice the sad father tore thee from his heart,

And thrice return'd, to bless thee, and to part;

Thrice from his trembling lips he murmur'd low
The plaint that own'd unutterable woe;

Till Faith, prevailing o'er his sullen doom,

As bursts the morn on night's unfathom'd gloom,
Lur'd his dim eye to deathless hopes sublime,
Beyond the realms of Nature and of Time!

And weep not thus, (he cried) young Ellenore! My bosom bleeds, but soon shall bleed no more! Short shall this half-extinguish'd spirit burn, And soon these limbs to kindred dust return! But not, my child, with life's precarious fire, Th' immortal ties of Nature shall expire;

These shall resist the triumph of decay,

When time is o'er, and worlds have pass'd away!

Cold in the dust this perish'd heart may lie,

But that which warm'd it once shall never die!

That spark unburied in its mortal frame,
With living light, eternal, and the same,
Shall beam on Joy's interminable years,
Unveil'd by darkness-unassuag'd by tears!

Yet, on the barren shore and stormy deep, One tedious watch is Conrad doom'd to weep; But when I gain the home without a friend, And press th' uneasy couch where none attend, This last embrace, still cherish'd in my heart, Shall calm the struggling spirit ere it part!

Thy darling form shall seem to hover nigh,
And hush the groan of life's last agony!

“Farewell! when strangers lift thy father's bier,
And place my nameless stone without a tear;
When each returning pledge hath told my child
That Conrad's tomb is on the desert pil'd;
And when the dream of troubled fancy sees
Its lonely rank-grass waving in the breeze;
Who then will soothe thy grief, when mine is o'er?
Who will protect thee, helpless Ellenore?

Shall secret scenes thy filial sorrows hide,
Scorn'd by the world, to factious guilt allied?
Ah! no; methinks the generous and the good
Will woo thee from the shades of solitude!

O'er friendless grief Compassion shall awake,

And smile on Innocence, for Mercy's sake!"

Inspiring thought of rapture yet to be, The tears of love were hopeless, but for thee! If in that frame no deathless spirit dwell,

If that faint murmur be the last farewell!

If fate unite the faithful but to part,
Why is their memory sacred to the heart?

Why does the Brother of my childhood seem
Restor❜d a while in every pleasing dream?

Why do I joy the lonely spot to view,

By artless friendship blest when life was new?

Eternal Hope! when yonder spheres sublime

Peal'd their first notes to sound the march of Time,

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Thy joyous youth began-but not to fade.—

When all the sister planets have decay'd;

When rapt in fire the realms of ether glow,

And heav'n's last thunder shakes the world below; Thou, undismay'd, shalt o'er the ruin smile,

And light thy torch at Nature's funeral pile!

END OF PART SECOND.