I saw false friends their treaties snap Like osiers in a giant’s hand; Saw sudden flames our cities wrap; Saw, drowned in blood, our Christian land. I saw from far the nations come To avenge the lives they scorned to save, Till, ransomed by our martyrdom Our country carolled o’er our grave! III. Still to protect the lowly in their place, The power unjust to meet, defiant still, Is ours; and ours to subjugate the base In our own hearts to God’s triumphant will. We, playmates once amid the flowers and rills, Are now two hunters chasing hart and hind, Two shepherds guarding flocks on holy hills, Two eaglets launched along a single wind. What next? Two souls—a husband and a wife— Bearing one cross o’er heights the Saviour trod;— What last? Two spirits in the life of life Singing God’s love‐song under eyes of God. IV. I dreamed a dream when six years old:— Against my mother’s knee one day, Protected by her mantle’s fold, All weary, weak, and wan I lay. Then seemed it that in caverns drear I roamed forlorn. The weeks went by From month to month, from year to year: At last I laid me down to die. An angel by me stood, and smiled; He wrapt me round; aloft he bore; He wafted me o’er wood and wild; He laid me at my mother’s door. How oft in sleep with heart that yearned Have I not seen that face! Ah! me, How slowly, seeing, I discerned That likeness strange it bears to thee! V. If some great angel thus bespake, “Near, and thy nearest, he shall be, Yet thou—a dreamer though awake— But thine own thought in him shalt see”; If some great angel thus bespake, “Near, and his nearest, thou shalt be, Yet still his fancy shall mistake That beauty he but dreams, for thee”; If, last, some pitying angel spake, “Through life unsevered ye shall be, And fancy’s dreams suffice to slake Your thirst for immortality”; Then would I cry for love’s great sake, “O Death! since truth but dwells with thee, Come quick, and semblance substance make— In heaven abides Reality.” VI. Upon my gladness fell a gloom: Thee saw I—on some far‐off day— My husband, by thy loved one’s tomb: I could not help thee where I lay. Ah! traitress I, to die the first! Ah! hapless thou, to mourn alone! Sudden that truth upon me burst, Confessed so oft; till then unknown. There _lives_ Who loves him!—loves and loved Better a million‐fold than I! That Love with countenance unremoved Looked on him from eternity. That Love, all Wisdom and all Power, Though I were dust, would guard him still, And, faithful at the last dread hour, Stand near him, whispering, “Fear no ill!” VII. “Fear not to love; nor deem thy soul too slight To walk in human love’s heroic ways: Great Love shall teach thee how to love aright, Though few the elect of earth who win his praise.