Oft, when they grew in anger warm,
(Whom will not love and power divide?)
I rose, their wrathful souls to calm,
Not yet in sinful combat tried.

His father was our party’s chief,
And dark and dreadful was his look;
His presence fill’d my heart with grief,
Although to me he kindly spoke.

With Aaron I delighted went,
His favour was my bliss and pride;
In growing hope our days we spent,
Love’s growing charms in either spied;
It saw them all which Nature lent,
It lent them all which she denied.

Could I the father’s kindness prize,
Or grateful looks on him bestow,
Whom I beheld in wrath arise,
When Aaron sunk beneath his blow?

He drove him down with wicked hand,
It was a dreadful sight to see;
Then vex’d him, till he left the land,
And told his cruel love to me;
The clan were all at his command,
Whatever his command might be.

The night was dark, the lanes were deep,
And one by one they took their way;
He bade me lay me down and sleep,
I only wept and wish’d for day.

Accursed be the love he bore,
Accursed was the force he used,
So let him of his God implore
For mercy, and be so refused!

You frown again,—­to show my wrong
Can I in gentle language speak? 
My woes are deep, my words are strong, —
And hear me, or my heart will break.

Magistrate.

I hear thy words, I feel thy pain;
Forbear awhile to speak thy woes;
Receive our aid, and then again
The story of thy life disclose.

For, though seduced and led astray,
Thou’st travell’d far and wander’d long;
Thy God hath seen thee all the way,
And all the turns that led thee wrong.

PART II.

Quondam ridentes oculi, nunc fonte perenni
Deplorant poenas nocte dieque suas. 
                                Corneille.

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Magistrate.

Come, now again thy woes impart,
Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;
We cannot heal the throbbing heart
Till we discern the wounds within.

Compunction weeps our guilt away,
The sinner’s safety is his pain;
Such pangs for our offences pay,
And these severer griefs are gain.

Vagrant.

The son came back—­he found us wed,
Then dreadful was the oath he swore;
His way through Blackburn Forest led, —
His father we beheld no more.

Of all our daring clan not one
Would on the doubtful subject dwell;
For all esteem’d the injured son,
And fear’d the tale which he could tell.

But I had mightier cause for fear,
For slow and mournful round my bed
I saw a dreadful form appear, —
It came when I and Aaron wed.

Yes! we were wed, I know my crime, —
We slept beneath the elmin tree;
But I was grieving all the time,
And Aaron frown’d my tears to see.