But no song, however fair, Ellen Evelina. Oft I think against my will, Notwithstanding all I see, Thou hast chosen so have I Ellen Evelina; In thy track I'll cease to run, I will end as I begun; She whom I would choose for life, For my love, my friend, my wife, Must have heart—and thou hast none, Ellen Evelina. LADY JANE. Он, Lady Jane, dear Lady Jane, Those beautiful and earnest eyes Have shot their beams through many a brain, And prompted many a world of sighs. No wonder! — stony-hard and cold Were he, who gazing on their light Ay, were he eighty winters old - But tell us, dearest Lady Jane, What secret witchery and spell The blind old beggar on the road, For gentle sympathy bestowed, Than for the tribute from thy store. The peevish beldame, sour'd by want, And breathes her sorrows in thine ear. The kittens on the hearth prefer Thy soft caress, than ours more sweet; And jealous hound, and snarling cur Frolic with pleasure at thy feet. The parrot swinging to and fro, That sulks at others talks to thee; And tearful babes forget their woe And cuddle, happy, round thy knee. In fact, there's something, lady dear, That make all creatures, high and low, Love thee and trust thee. Tell us, then, The reason why we love thee so — What can it be? - for I confess I know of beauty great as thine ; – Yet if it be not loveliness, 'Tis something in thee more divine. ’Tis not thy wit — or eloquence — And thou hast both in ample store; 'Tis not thy birth — or wealth—or sense That makes us captive evermore. LADY JANE. What is it then? - Thou canst not say Then let me tell thee, Lady Jane: 'Tis bright good humor, warm as day — 'Tis sympathy for others' pain'Tis heart, and mind, and patience rich'Tis loving-kindness, failing never;These are thy spells, thou potent witch We can't resist - we're thine for ever! 299 THE HISTORY OF A PAIR OF EYES. 'You-tell the history of mine eyes? Well-some men's fancies are unruly! "Twould take three volumes at the least Ay-twenty, if you told it truly.' 'One morn - 'twas twenty Mays ago· The meadows gleamed with flowery whiteness, When on the world those eye-lids oped, And showed their inner orbs of brightness; Two litttle gem-like spheres they were, Yet shone 'mid tears, as if to prove The joy that had been shown 'mid sorrow. Ere May a second time return'd, Those little worlds were worlds of graces; They looked upon the earth and sky And knew the light of loving faces. |