“‘Theodric, this is destiny above Our power to baffle; bear it then, my love! Rave not to learn the usage I have borne, For one true sister left me not forlorn; And though you’re absent in another land, Sent from me by my own well-meant command, Your soul, I know, as firm is knit to mine As these clasped hands in blessing you now join: Shape not imagined horrors in my fate— E’en now my sufferings are not very great; And when your grief’s first transports shall subside I call upon your strength of soul and pride To pay my memory, if ’tis worth the debt, Love’s glorying tribute—not forlorn regret: I charge my name with power to conjure up Reflection’s balmy, not its bitter cup. My pardoning angel, at the gates of Heaven, Shall look not more regard than you have given To me; and our life’s union has been clad In smiles of bliss as sweet as life e’er had. Shall gloom be from such bright remembrance cast? Shall bitterness outflow from sweetness past? No! imaged in the sanctuary of your breast, There let me smile, amidst high thoughts at rest; And let contentment on your spirit shine, As if its peace were still a part of mine: For if you war not proudly with your pain, For you I shall have worse than lived in vain. But I conjure your manliness to bear My loss with noble spirit—not despair: I ask you by our love to promise this, And kiss these words, where I have left a kiss,— The latest from my living lips for yours.’— “Words that will solace him while life endures: For though his spirit from affliction’s surge Could ne’er to life, as life had been, emerge, Yet still that mind whose harmony elate Rang sweetness, e’en beneath the crush of fate,— That mind in whose regard all things were placed In views that softened them, or lights that graced, That soul’s example could not but dispense A portion of its own blessed influence; Invoking him to peace, and that self-sway Which Fortune cannot give, nor take away: And though he mourned her long, ’twas with such woe As if her spirit watched him still below.” [65] See Notes at the end of the Volume. [66] See Notes at the end of the Volume. LOCHIEL’S WARNING. LOCHIEL’S WARNING.[67] WIZARD—LOCHIEL. WIZARD.