"O Maiden!"--thus the sire begun-- "O Maiden, do not scorn my prayer: I have a hapless idiot son, To all my wealth the only heir; And day by day, in shine or rain, He wanders forth, to gaze again Upon those eyes, whose looks of kindness Still haunt him in his world of blindness; A sunless world!--all arts to yield Light to the mind from childhood seal'd Have been explored in vain. Few are his joys on earth;--above, For every ill a cure is given-- God grant me life to cheer with love The wanderer's guileless path to Heaven." He paused--his heart was full--"And now, What brings the suppliant father here? Yes, few the joys that life bestows On him whose life is but repose-- One night, from year to year;-- Yet not so dark, O maid, if thou Couldst let his shadow catch thy light, Couldst to his lip that smile allow Which comes but at thy sight; Couldst--(for the smile is still so rare, And oh, so innocent the joy!) His presence, though it pain thee, bear, Nor fear the harmless idiot boy!" Then Eva's father, from her brow Parted the golden locks, descending To veil the sweet face, downwards bending:-- And, pointing to the swimming eyes, The dew-drops glist'ning on the cheek, "Mourner!" _the happier_ father cries, "These tears her answer speak!" Oh, sweet the jasmine's buds of snow, In mornings soft with May; Oh, silver-clear the waves that flow In summer skies away;-- But sweeter looks of kindness seem O'er human trouble bow'd, And gentle hearts reflect the beam Less truly than the cloud. IV. THE YOUNG TEACHER. Of wonders on the land and deeps She spoke, and glories in the sky-- The Eternal life the Father keeps, For those who learn from Him to die. So simply did the maiden speak-- So simply and so earnestly, You saw the light begin to break, And Soul the Heaven to see; You saw how slowly, day by day, The darksome waters caught the ray Confused and broken--come and gone-- The beams as yet uncertain are, But still the billows murmur on, And struggle for the star. V. THE STRANGER SUITOR.