A longing to clasp her mother’s hand, And nestle close to her heart, And to feel the heavy cares of life Like the sun-kissed shadows depart. The hungry heart was stilled at last; Its restless, baffled yearning ceased. A lonely man sat by the bier Of a corpse that was going East. THE HERMIT’S SACRIFICE. From Rome’s palaces and villas Gaily issued forth a throng; From her humbler habitations Moved a human tide along. Haughty dames and blooming maidens, Men who knew not mercy’s sway, Thronged into the Coliseum On that Roman holiday. From the lonely wilds of Asia, From her jungles far away, From the distant torrid regions, Rome had gathered beasts of prey. Lions restless, roaring, rampant, Tigers with their stealthy tread, Leopards bright, and fierce, and fiery, Met in conflict wild and dread. Fierce and fearful was the carnage Of the maddened beasts of prey, As they fought and rent each other Urged by men more fierce than they. Till like muffled thunders breaking On a vast and distant shore, Fainter grew the yells of tigers, And the lions’ dreadful roar. On the crimson-stained arena Lay the victims of the fight; Eyes which once had glared with anguish, Lost in death their baleful light. Then uprose the gladiators Armed for conflict unto death, Waiting for the prefect’s signal, Cold and stern with bated breath. “Ave Cæsar, morituri, Te, salutant,” rose the cry From the lips of men ill-fated, Doomed to suffer and to die. Then began the dreadful contest, Lives like chaff were thrown away, Rome with all her pride and power Butchered for a holiday. Eagerly the crowd were waiting, Loud the clashing sabres rang, When between the gladiators All unarmed a hermit sprang. “Cease your bloodshed,” cried the hermit, “On this carnage place your ban;” But with flashing swords they answered, “Back unto your place, old man.” From their path the gladiators Thrust the strange intruder back, Who between their hosts advancing Calmly parried their attack.