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XXVII 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.
As the text of a sermon, which now I preach.
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 :
I still, to suppose it true, for my part,
See reasons and reasons; this, to begin : 'T is the faith that launched point-blank her dart
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
He looked at her, as a lover can;
Now, love so ordered for both their sakes,
(For Via Larga is three parts light, But the palace overshadows one, Because of a crime which may God requite !
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, Through a certain window facing the East, She could watch like a convent's chronicler.
Since passing the door might lead to a feast, And a feast might lead to so much beside, He, of many evils, chose the least.
“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, “ And tie my hair in a horse-boy's trim, “And I save my soul-but not to-morrow”
(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 ?
She turned on her side and slept. Just so ! So we resolve on a thing, and sleep : So did the lady, ages ago. 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,
And smiled “'T was a very funeral,
u 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
“ Yet my passion must wait a night, nor cool“For to-night the Envoy arrives from France " Whose heart I unlock with thyself, my tool.
“ I need thee still and might miss perchance.
“ For I ride—what should I do but ride?
So said, so done : nor the lady missed