I am litherto your daughter. But here's And so much duty as my mother showed To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor, my lord.
Bra. Heaven be with you!--I have done :— Come hither, Moor:
I here do give thee that with all my heart, Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart I would keep from thee. I have done, my lord; Proceed to the affairs of State.
1. The morning broke. Light stole upon the clouds With a strange beauty. Earth received again Its garment of a thousand dyes; and leaves, And delicate blossoms, and the painted flowers, And every thing that bendeth to the dew, And stirreth with the daylight, lifted up Its beauty to the breath of that sweet morn.
All things are dark to sorrow; and the light, And loveliness, and fragrant air, were sad To the dejected Hagar. The moist earth Was pouring odors from its spicy pores, And the young birds were caroling as life Were a new thing to them; but O! it came Upon her heart like discord, and she felt How cruelly it tries a broken heart,
To see a mirth in any thing it loves.
She stood at Abraham's tent. Her lips were pressed Till the blood left them; and the wandering veins Of her transparent forehead were swelled out, As if her pride would burst them. Her dark eye
Was clear and tearless, and the light of heaven, Which made its language legible, shot back From her long lashes, as it had been flame.
3. Her noble boy stood by her, with his hand Clasped in her own, and his round, delicate feet, Scarce trained to balance on the tented floor, Sandaled for journeying. He had looked up Into his mother's face until he caught
The spirit there, and his young heart was swelling Beneath his snowy bosom, and his form Straightened up proudly in his tiny wrath, As if his light proportions would have swelled, Had they but matched his spirit, to the man.
4. Why bends the patriarch, as he cometh now Upon his staff so wearily? His beard
Is low upon his breast, and his high brow, So written with the converse of his God, Beareth the swollen vein of agony.
His lip is quivering, and his wonted step Of vigor is not there; and, though the morn Is passing fair and beautiful, he breathes Its freshness as it were a pestilence. O! man may bear with suffering; his heart Is a strong thing, and godlike in the grasp Of pain that wrings mortality; but tear One chord affection clings to, part one tie That binds him to a woman's delicate love, And his great spirit yieldeth like a reed.
5. He gave to her the water and the bread, But spoke no word, and trusted not himself To look upon her face, but laid his hand, In silent blessing on the fair-haired boy, And left her to her lot of loneliness.
Should Hagar weep? May slighted woman turn,
And, as a vine the oak hath shaken off, Bend lightly to her leaning trust again? O no! by all her loveliness, by all That makes life poetry and beauty, no! Make her a slave; steal from her rosy cheek By needless jealousies; let the last star Leave her a watcher by your couch of pain; Wrong her by petulance, suspicion, all That makes her cup a bitterness,—yet give One evidence of love, and earth has not An emblem of devotedness like hers. But O! estrange her once, it boots not how, By wrong or silence, any thing that tells A change has come upon your tenderness,- And there is not a high thing out of heaven, Her pride o'ermastereth not.
She went her way with a strong step and slow; Her pressed lip arched, and her clear eye undimmed, As it had been a diamond, and her form
Borne proudly up, as if her heart breathed through. Her child kept on in silence, though she pressed His hand till it was pained; for he had caught, As I have said, her spirit, and the seed Of a stern nation had been breathed upon.
The morning passed, and Asia's sun rose up In the clear heaven, and every beam was heat. The cattle of the hills were in the shade, And the bright plumage of the Orient lay On beating bosoms in her spicy trees. It was an hour of rest; but Hagar found No shelter in the wilderness, and on She kept her weary way, until the boy Hung down his head, and opened his parched lips
For water; but she could not give it him. She laid him down beneath the sultry sky,- For it was better than the close, hot breath Of the thick pines,—and tried to comfort him; But he was sore athirst, and his blue eyes Were dim and bloodshot, and he could not know Why God denied him water in the wild..
9. She sat a little longer, and he grew
Ghastly and faint, as if he would have died. It was too much for her. She lifted him, And bore him further on, and laid his head Beneath the shadow of a desert shrub ;
And, shrouding up her face, she went away,
And sat to watch, where he could see her not,
Till he should die; and, watching him, she mourned.--
10. "God stay thee in thine agony, my boy;
I can not see thee die; I can not brook
Upon thy brow to look,
And see death settle on my cradle joy. How have I drunk the light of thy blue eye! And could I see thee die ?
11. "I did not dream of this, when thou wast straying, Like an unbound gazelle, among the flowers; Or wearing rosy hours,
By the rich gush of water-sources playing, Then sinking weary to thy smiling sleep, So beautiful and deep.
12. "O no! and when I watched by thee the while, And saw thy bright lip curling in thy dream, And thought of the dark stream
In my own land of Egypt, the far Nile, How prayed I that my father's land might be A heritage for thee !-
13. "And now the grave for its cold breast hath won thee, And thy white, delicate limbs the earth will press;
And O! my last caress
Must feel thee cold, for a chill hand is on thee. How can I leave my boy so pillowed there Upon his clustering hair!"
14. She stood beside the well her God had given To gush in that deep wilderness, and bathed The forehead of her child until he laughed. In his reviving happiness, and lisped His infant thought of gladness at the sight Of the cool plashing of his mother's hand.
1. The sleep of the fugitives lasted for several hours. The trapper was the first to shake off its influence, as he had been the last to court its refreshment. Rising, just as the gray light of day began to brighten that portion of the studded vault which rested on the eastern margin of the plain, he summoned his companions from their warm lairs, and pointed out the necessity of their being once more on the alert.
2. "See, Middleton !" exclaimed Inez, in a sudden burst of youthful pleasure, that caused her for a moment to forget her situation; "how lovely is that sky; surely it contains a promise of happier times !"
3. "It is glorious!" returned her husband. "Glorious and heavenly is that streak of vivid red, and here is a still, brighter crimson ;-rarely have I seen a richer rising of the sun."
4. "Rising of the sun !" slowly repeated the old man, lift
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