And some of these young hearts had loved, and even, though in struggles, loved yet.

Did they forswear the vow?
Did they abandon the faith?
Did even love allure them?
Mejnour, with one voice, they preferred to die.

And whence comes this courage ?--because such HEARTS LIVE IN SOME MORE ABSTRACT AND HOLIER LIFE THAN THEIR OWN.

BUT TO LIVE FOREVER UPON THIS EARTH IS TO LIVE IN NOTHING DIVINER THAN OURSELVES.

Yes, even amidst this gory butcherdom, God, the Ever-living, vindicates to man the sanctity of His servant, Death! ....
Again I have seen thee in spirit; I have seen and blessed thee, my sweet child! Dost thou not know me also in thy dreams?
Dost thou not feel the beating of my heart through the veil of thy rosy slumbers?
Dost thou not hear the wings of the brighter beings that I yet can conjure around thee, to watch, to nourish, and to save?
And when the spell fades at thy waking, when thine eyes open to the day, will they not look round for me, and ask thy mother, with their mute eloquence, "Why she has robbed thee of a father ?" Woman, dost thou not repent thee?
Flying from imaginary fears, hast thou not come to the very lair of terror, where Danger sits visible and incarnate?
Oh, if we could but meet, wouldst thou not fall upon the bosom thou hast so wronged, and feel, poor wanderer amidst the storms, as if thou hadst regained the shelter?
Mejnour, still my researches fail me.