-thee-well:
In the garden and the dell
Where thou lov'dst to stroll and meet me,
Nevermore thy kiss shall greet me,
Nevermore, O Isabel!
Fare-thee-well.

We shall meet--
Where the wings of angels beat:
When my toils and cares are over,
Thou shalt greet again thy lover--
Robed and crowned at Jesus' feet
We shall meet.

Watch and wait
At the narrow, golden gate;
Watch my coming,--wait my greeting,
For my years are few and fleeting
And my love shall not abate:
Watch and wait.

So farewell,
O my darling Isabel;
Till we meet in the supernal
Mansion and with love eternal
In the golden city dwell,
Fare-thee-well.

BYRON AND THE ANGEL

_Poet:_

"Why this fever--why this sighing?--
Why this restless longing--dying
For--a something--dreamy something,
Undefined, and yet defying
All the pride and power of manhood?

"O these years of sin and sorrow!
Smiling while the iron harrow
Of a keen and biting longing
Tears and quivers in the marrow
Of my being every moment--
Of my very inmost being.

"What to me the mad ambition
For men's praise and proud position--
Struggling, fighting to the summit
Of its vain and earthly mission,
To lie down on bed of ashes--
Bed of barren, bitter ashes?

"Cure this fever? I have tried it;
Smothered, drenched it and defied it
With a will of brass and iron;
Every smile and look denied it;
Yet it heeded not denying,
And it mocks at my defying
While my very soul is dying.

"Is there balm in Gilead?--tell me!
Nay--no balm to soothe and quell me?
Must I tremble in this fever?
Death, O lift thy hand and fell me;
Let me sink to rest forever
Where this burning cometh never.

"Sometimes when this restless madness
Softens down to mellow sadness,
I look back on sun-lit valleys
Where my boyish heart of gladness
Nestled without pain or longing--
Nestled softly in a vision
Full of love and hope's fruition,
Lulled by morning songs of spring-time.

"Then I ponder, and I wonder
Was some heart-chord snapped asunder
When the threads were soft and silken?
Did some fatal boyish blunder
Plant a canker in my bosom
That hath ever burned and rankled?

"O this thirsting, thirsting hanker!
O this burning, burning canker'
Driving Peace and Hope to shipwreck--
Without rudder, without anchor,
On the reef-rocks of Damnation!"

_Invisible Angel:_

"Jesus--Son of Virgin Mary;
Lift the burden from the weary:
Pity, Jesus, and anoint him