ON AN ANECDOTE FROM WHITECROSS.
THE EASTERN SAGE.
Written at the Age of Sixteen.
And the spirit passed from its earthly frame,
As the chill of death o'er the pale cheek came,
Blasting the blossom that bloomed for an hour
In the heartfelt love of a princely power.
As the chill of death o'er the pale cheek came,
Blasting the blossom that bloomed for an hour
In the heartfelt love of a princely power.
And the parent bent o'er his lovely child,
And that moment's anguish.was deep and wild,
As he gazed on the form, as if for ever,
And his tall frame shook with a fearful shiver.
And that moment's anguish.was deep and wild,
As he gazed on the form, as if for ever,
And his tall frame shook with a fearful shiver.
But a deep voice startled his bosom's grief
With the promised hope of a sure relief,
And his wondering soul from its reverie broke,
As an aged Sage to his spirit spoke:—
With the promised hope of a sure relief,
And his wondering soul from its reverie broke,
As an aged Sage to his spirit spoke:—
"Thy child shall yet live if my Prince doth know
Three beings on earth who have ne'er felt woe,
Whose bosoms have never re-echoed a sigh
For the loved or the lost, who have long gone by."
Three beings on earth who have ne'er felt woe,
Whose bosoms have never re-echoed a sigh
For the loved or the lost, who have long gone by."
And the Prince long sought, as the Sage had said,
But years flew by, and his heart's hope fled;
And he found 'twas a fruitless search at last;
And his voice was hush'd o'er the silent past.
But years flew by, and his heart's hope fled;
And he found 'twas a fruitless search at last;
And his voice was hush'd o'er the silent past.