Page:Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 32 1831.pdf/2



Soul of our souls! and safeguard of the world! Sustain—Thou only canst—the sick at heart; Restore their languid spirits, and recall Their lost affections unto Thee and Thine!—

the deep wilderness, unseen, she pray'd, The daughter of Jerusalem:—alone, With all the still, small whispers of the night, And with the searching glances of the stars, And with her God, alone! She lifted up Her sad, sweet voice, while trembling o'er her head The dark leaves thrill'd with prayer—the tearful prayer, Of woman's quenchless, yet repentant love.

Ages and ages past, the Wilderness, With its dark cedars; and the thrilling Night, With her pale stars; and the mysterious winds, Fraught with all sound, were conscious of those prayers.

—How many such hath woman's bursting heart Since then in silence and in darkness breath'd, Like a dim night-flower's odour, up to God!F. H.