CASSELL'S ILLUSTRATED READINGS THE BALLAD OF CASSANDRA SOUTHWICK. [JOHN G. WHITTIER. See Page 322, Vol. I.] morrow The ruler and the cruel priest would mock me in my sorrow; Dragged to their place of market, and bargained for and sold, O the God of all sure All night I sat unsleeping, for I knew that on the Last night I saw the Last night, across my damp earth floor fell In the coldness and the Alone, in that dark No sound amid night's stillness, save that which seemed to be Like a lamb before the shambles, like a heifer from the fold! Oh, the weakness of the flesh was there, the shrinking and the shame; And the low voice of the Tempter like whispers to me came: "Why sit'st thou thus forlornly ?" the wicked murmur said, "Damp wall thy power of beauty, cold earth thy maiden bed? "Where be the smiling faces, and voices soft and sweet, Seen in thy father's dwelling, heard in the Where be the youths whose glances, the summer Turned tenderly and timidly unto thy father's "Why sit'st thou here, Cassandra? Bethink thee with what mirth Thy happy schoolmates gather around the warm bright hearth; How the crimson shadows tremble on foreheads white and fair, On eyes of merry girlhood, half hid in golden hair. The dull and heavy beating of the pulses of the "Not for thee the hearth fire brightens, not for thee kind words are spoken, sea; |