CHAPITRE VI. J

They teach the wavVing 1 spirit

From earthly tics to part ;

Unseen they dwelf among us

As whea they watclied helow

In spiritual anguish

The sepulchre of Woe :

And when we pray, though feeble

Our orisons may be ,

They then are our comparions

Who pray eternally !

When the youlliful hero armed him

For the tierce unequal fight,

His only strength, conviction

Tliat his cause was true and right,

When his comradcs round lay slaughtered

On the soaked and bloodstained mould

Each cheek so fresh and blooming

They scarce seemed dead and cold ;

What saved him ? not tlie courage

Of a brave and reckless child,

Nor skill to guide the battle

Nor efforts vain and wild •

But the meek and silent hour

When the Breton Mother j)rayed

To the Power that slill sustained lier

When faint and sore dismayed ; The Father and Befriender Who in that hour of strife Pitied the Widow's weeping And spared the Orphan's life !

Caroline Norton.