The poorest that were most in need of what the lady did, Deem her a blessed creature born to rescue men forbid : He that had said they could have died for her beloved sake, Had rated low the thanks of woe. ́not old Heart-ache. Death frights Sweet saint! No shameless brow was hers, who could not bear to see, For thinking of her happier lot, the pine of poverty: No unaccustom'd deed she did, in scorn of custom's self, She that but wish'd the daily bread upon the poor man's shelf. Naked she went, to clothe the naked. New she was, and bold, Only because she held the laws which Mercy preach'd of old. They say she blush'd to be beheld, e'en of her ladies' eyes; Then took her way with downward look, and brief, bewilder'd sighs. A downward look; a beating heart; a sense of the new, vast, Wide, open, naked world, and yet of every door she pass'd; A pray'r, a tear, a constant mind, a listening ear that glow'd, These we may dare to fancy there, on that religious road. But who shall blind his heart with more? Who dare, with lavish guess, Refuse the grace she hoped of us, in her divine distress? In fancy still she holds her way, forever pacing on, The sight unseen, the guiltless Eve, the shame unbreath'd upon; The step, that upon Duty's ear is growing more and more, Though yet, alas! it hath to pass by many a scorner's door. JAFFAR INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF SHELLEY. SHELLEY, take this to thy dear memory Jaffàr, the Barmecide, the good Vizier, The poor man's hope, the friend without a peer, Jaffar was dead, slain by a doom unjust; And guilty Haroun, sullen with mistrust Of what the good and e'en the bad might say, Ordain'd that no man living from that day Should dare to speak his name on pain of death.All Araby and Persia held their breath. All but the brave Mondeer.-He, proud to show Bring me this man," the caliph cried. The nian Was brought-was gaz'd upon. The mutes began To bind his arms. "Welcome, brave cords!" cried he; "From bonds far worse Jaffàr deliver'd me; From wants, from shames, from loveless household fears; Made a man's eyes friends with delicious tears; Haroun, who felt, that on a soul like this He said, "Let worth grow frenzied, if it will; And hold the giver as thou deemest fit." "Gifts!" cried the friend. He took; and holding it High tow'rds the heavens, as though to meet his star, Exclaim'd "This, too, I owe to thee, Jaffàr!" THE BITTER GOURD.25 LOKMAN the Wise, therefore the Good (for wise With simplest reverence, and no surprise, 299 The sage receiv'd what stretch'd the donor's eyes; And, piece by piece, as though it had been food To feast and gloat on, every morsel chew'd; And so stood eating, with his patient beard, Till all the nauseous favour disappear'd. Vex'd, and confounded, and dispos'd to find Some ground of scorn, on which to ease his mind, "Lokman!" exclaim'd his master," In God's name, Where could the veriest slave get soul so tame? Or could not brains like thine have saved thee this?" Calmly stood Lokman still, as duty stands.- وو "O Lokman!" said his lord (and as he spoke, For very love his words in softness broke), "Take but this favour yet:-be slave no more :Be, as thou art, my friend and counsellor: Oh be; nor let me quit thee, self-abhorr'd ;'Tis I that am the slave, and thou the lord.” THE INEVITABLE. INSCRIBED TO JOHN FORSTER. FORSTER, whose voice can speak of awe so well, And stern disclosures, new and terrible, This were a tale, my friend, for thee to tell. Seek for it then in some old book; but take The royal sage, lord of the Magic Ring, How he came there, what wanted, who could be, The stranger seem'd (to judge him by his dress) One of mean sort, a dweller with distress, He wore a cowl, from under which there shone, And feebleness, and faintness, and moist brow, |