Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 23 1828.pdf/7

 —"From the Home of Childhood's glee, From the Days of Laughter free, From the Love of many Years, Thou art gone to cares and fears, To another path and guide, To a bosom yet untried! Bright one! oh! there well may be Trembling midst our joy for thee!"

Bride! when through the stately fane, Circled with thy nuptial train, Midst the banners hung on high By thy warlike ancestry, Midst thy mighty fathers dead, In soft beauty thou wert led; When before the shrine thy form Quiver'd to some bosom-storm; When, like harp-strings with a sigh, Breaking in mid-harmony, On thy lip the murmurs low Died with Love's unfinished vow, When, like scatter'd rose-leaves, fled From thy cheek each tint of red; And the light forsook thine eye, And thy head sank heavily; Was that drooping but th' excess Of thy spirit's blessedness? Or did some deep feeling's might, Folded in thy heart from sight, With a sudden tempest shower Earthward bear thy life's young flower?