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WILLIAM AND HELEN
1. From heavy dreams fair Helen rose,
And eyed the dawning red: “ Alas, my love, thou tarriest long!
0 art thou false or dead?”
He sought the bold Crusade;
Told Helen how he sped.
At length a truce was made,
The tears his love had shed.
IV. Our gallant host was homeward bound
With many a song of joy: Green waved the laurel in each plume, The badge of victory.
v. And old and young, and sire and son,
To meet them crowd the way, With shouts, and mirth, and melody,
The debt of love to pay.'
And sobb'd in his embrace,
Array'd full many a face.
She sought the host in vain;
If faithless, or if slain.
She rends her raven hair,
She weeps with wild despair.
IX. “O rise, my child,” her mother said,
“ Nor sorrow thus in vain ; A perjured lover's fleeting heart
No tears recall again.”.
X. “O mother, what is gone, is
gone, Who Death, death alone can comfort me;
0 had I ne'er been born!
XI. “O break, my heart, O break at onte! :
Drink my life-blood, Despair ! No joy remains on earth for me,
For me in heaven no share." it it all
XII. "O enter not in judgment, Lord!"
The pious mother prays; “ Impute not guilt to thy frail child !
She knows not what she says.
O turn to God and grace!
Can change thy bale to bliss.”
XIV. “O mother, mother, what is bliss ?
O mother, what is bale? My William's love was heaven on earth,
Without it earth is hell.
xv. “Why should I pray to ruthless Heaven,
Since my loved William 's slain ? I only pray'd for William's sake, And all my prayers were vain.”.
XVI. “O take the sacrament, my child,
And check these tears that flow; By resignation's humble prayer,
O hallow'd be thy woe !":
XVII. “No sacrament can quench this fire,
Or slake this scorching pain ; No sacrament can bid the dead Arise and live again.
Be thou my god, Despair!
And vain each fruitless prayer."
XIX. “O enter not in judgment, Lord,
With thy frail child of clay! She knows not what her tongue has spoke;
Impute it not, I pray!
XX. “Forbear, my child, this desperate woe,
And turn to God and grace ; Well can devotion's heavenly glow
Convert thy bale to bliss."
XXI. “ () mother, mother, what is bliss ?
O mother, what is bale? Without
William what were heaven, Or with him what were hell ?"
Upbraids each sacred power,
od day, were o'er, And through the glimmering lattice shone
The twinkling of the star.