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But the priest bethought him : “Milk that 's spilt'
" —You know the adage! Watch and pray ! “ Saints tumble to earth with so slight a tilt!
“It would build a new altar; that, we may !" And the altar therewith was built.
Why I deliver this horrible verse ?
As the text of a sermon, which now I preach. Evil or good may be better or worse
In the human heart, but the mixture of each Is a marvel and a curse.
The candid incline to surmise of late
That the Christian faith may be false, I find; For our Essays-and-Reviews' debate
Begins to tell on the public mind, And Colenso's words have weight :
See reasons and reasons; this, to begin :
At the head of a lie-taught Original Sin, The Corruption of Man's Heart.
THE STATUE AND THE BUST.
THERE 's a palace in Florence, the world knows well,
Ages ago, a lady there,
The bridesmaids' prattle around her ceased ;
They felt by its beats her heart expand-
That self-same instant, underneath,
Gay he rode, with a friend as gay, Till he threw his head back_“Who is she ?" _“A bride the Riccardi brings home to-day."
Hair in heaps lay heavily
Crisped like a war-steed's encolure-
And lo, a blade for a knight's emprise
Now, love so ordered for both their sakes,
(For Via Larga is three parts light,
To Florence and God the wrong was done,
The Duke (with the statue's face in the square)
Face to face the lovers stood
Bowed till his bonnet brushed the floor-
In a minute can lovers exchange a word ?
That was the bridegroom. At day's brink
Calmly he said that her lot was cast,
The world meanwhile, its noise and stir,
Since passing the door might lead to a feast,
“Freely I choose too,” said the bride : “Your window and its world suffice," Replied the tongue, while the heart replied
“If I spend the night with that devil twice, “ May his window serve as my loop of hell “ Whence a damned soul looks on paradise !
“I fly to the Duke who loves me well,
“'T is only the coat of a page to borrow,
(She checked herself and her eye grew dim)
My father tarries to bless my state : “I must keep it one day more for him. “ Is one day more so long to wait ? “Moreover the Duke rides past, I know; “We shall see each other, sure as fate.”
She turned on her side and slept. Just so !
That night the Duke said, “Dear or cheap “ As the cost of this cup of bliss may prove “ To body or soul, I will drain it deep."
And on the morrow, bold with love, He beckoned the bridegroom (close on call, As his duty bade, by the Duke's alcove) And smiled “'T was a very funeral, “ Your lady will think, this feast of ours, “ A shame to efface, whate'er befall !
What if we break from the Arno bowers, “ And try if Petraja, cool and green, “ Cure last night's fault with this morning's flowers ?”
The bridegroom, not a thought to be seen
But, alas ! my lady leaves the South ;
“ Nor a way exists, the wise opine,
Quoth the Duke, “ A sage and a kindly fear.
And then to himself—“ Which night shall bring
Thy bride to her lover's embraces, fool“ Or I am the fool, and thou art the king !
" Yet my passion must wait a night, nor cool-
“ I need thee still and might miss perchance.
To-day is not wholly lost, beside, “ With its hope of my lady's countenance :
“ For I ride-what should I do but ride?
So said, so done : nor the lady missed