PRINCE HENRY.

This life of ours is a wild æolian harp of many a joyous

strain,

But under them all there runs a loud perpetual wail, as of souls in pain.

ELSIE.

Faith alone can interpret life, and the heart that aches and bleeds with the stigma

Of pain, alone bears the likeness of Christ, and can comprehend its dark enigma.

PRINCE HENRY.

Man is selfish, and seeketh pleasure with little care of what may betide;

Else why am I travelling here beside thee, a demon that rides by an angel's side?

ELSIE.

All the hedges are white with dust, and the great dog under the creaking wain

Hangs his head in the lazy heat, while onward the horses toil and strain.

PRINCE HENRY.

Now they stop at the way-side inn, and the wagoner laughs

with the landlord's daughter,

While out of the dripping trough the horses distend their leathern sides with water.

ELSIE.

All through life there are way-side inns, where man may

refresh his soul with love;

Even the lowest may quench his thirst at rivulets fed by springs from above.

PRINCE HENRY.

highway ends,

And over the fields, by a bridle-path, down into the broad

green valley descends.

ELSIE.

I am not sorry to leave behind the beaten road with its dust

and heat;

The air will be sweeter far, and the turf will be softer under

Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and the valley stretching for miles below

Is white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if just covered with

lightest snow.

PRINCE HENRY.

Over our heads a white cascade is gleaming against the distant

hill;

We cannot hear it, nor see it move, but it hangs like a banner when winds are still.

PRINCE HENRY.

It is the home of the Counts of Calva; well have I known

these scenes of old,

Well I remember each tower and turret, remember the brooklet, the wood and the wold.

ELSIE.

Hark! from the little village below us the bells of the church are ringing for rain!

Priests and peasants in long procession come forth and kneel on the arid plain.

PRINCE HENRY.

They have not long to wait, for I see in the south uprising a

little cloud,

That before the sun shall be set will cover the sky above us as