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1. Footpaths Between Two Worlds, And Oth...
THE HELMET . Where the standards waved the thickest ,
And the tide of battle rolled , Furiously he charged the foenien , On his snow-white steed so bold ;
But he wore no guarding helmet , Only his long hair of gold ! " Turn and fly ! thou rash young warrior , iron helmet
Or this wear . " " _JSTay ! but I am armed already , In the brightness of my hair ,
For my mother kissed its tresses , With the holy lips of prayer !" R . H . Stoi > i > art .
THE _PHANTOM .
Again I sit within the mansion , In the old familiar seat ; And shade and sunshine chase each other
O ' er the carpet at my feet . But the sweetbrier ' s arms have wrestled upwards ,
In the summers that are past , And the willow trails its branches lower Than when I saw them last .
They strive to shut the sunshine wholly From out the haunted room ; To fill the housethat once was joyful
With silence and , with gloom . , And many kind remembered faces
Within the doorway come"Voices that wake the sweeter music Of one that now is dumb .
They sing , in tones as glad as ever , The songs she loved to hear ;
They braid the rose in summer garlands , Whose flowers to her were dear . And stillher footstep in the passage
Her blushes , at the door , Her timid words of maiden , welcome , Come back to me once more .
And , all forgetful of my sorrow , Unmindful of my pain , I think she has but newlleft me
y , And soon will come again . She stays without perhaps a moment ,
To dress her dark brown hair ; I hear the rustle of her garments—Her light step on the stair .
Oh , fluttering heart ! control thy tumult , tiest eyes profane should see
My He cheeks r coming betray brin the gs to rush me ! rapture
