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    XXXI.—THE TRIUMPH OF ST. DOROTHEA.

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    Xxxi.—The Triumph Of St. Dorothea.

    XXXI . —THE TRIUMPH OF ST . DOROTHEA .

    W A Who From Celestial Gardens Sent M To...

    w a Who from celestial gardens sent M To ow him ers who as her scoffed witnesses and , doubted . "

    Golden Legend . " Najy I yield , belovedthis fond delusion

    , , [ Renounce not thus thy budding bloom , Oh , leave not , Dora , my embraces ! "—

    " I'll greet thee there—beyond the tomb . " " What know we of that realm of shadows

    Where wander gloomy ghosts forlorn ? , Oh , why has love our souls united ? "—

    " To lead us to eternal morn . " " How shall I bear , when morning wakens

    To think of thee beneath the sod , , Cold , lone , unloved , in silent darkness

    !"—" Nay , dearest ! nay ! at home with God . " " Thou , who hast treasured every flower

    That blossoms on this beauteous earth , Wilt thou forsake thy cherished bower ? "—

    " Gladly , for blooms of richer worth . " " Alas ! no flowers for thee are smiling

    , Where night and Chaos darkly reign . Believe not , love , these tales beguiling I "—

    " Cease , cease thy pleadings , they are vain . " Though round thee twine affection ' s tendrils .

    , My faith in Jesus wavers not ; For His dear sake this life resigning ,

    I would not ask a happier lot . " Ever I longed that love intenser

    Richer than mineto thee were , iven God heard my prayer , amid His angel g s ; ;

    I'll love thee as they love in Heaven . " " Farewell then , Dorotheafor ever

    Farewell to sunshine , mirth , , and song , , To visions of a glorious future ,

    So deeply prized and cherished long . " They parted , and the gentle maiden

    , Grown valiant for her Saviour's sake , Bore the last struggle , all unmurmuring ,

    Bound to the fiercely blazing stake .

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  • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Nov. 1, 1862, page 163, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01111862/page/19/