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 Romance of Idealism 
 
 BY CHARLES GR1SSEN. 
 
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 THE LEWIS & DRYDEN PRINTING COMPANY, 
 
 1893. 
 
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 1893 
 BY CHARGES GRISSEN. 
 
IDE ALA; 
 
 A ROMANCE OF IDEALISM 
 
 CHARLES GRISSEN. 
 
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 TO 
 LOUIS HADDOCK, M. D. , 
 
 THIS ROMANCE IS INSCRIBED 
 
 BY HIS FRIEND, 
 CHARLES GRISSEN. 
 
IDEALA; 
 
 A ROMANCE OF IDEALISM. 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 Being past that period of life when youthful 
 ardor and mistaken ^pjSb^&n might lead one into 
 temptation to appear in print, one is prepared to 
 take in full measure all the blame and adverse 
 criticism without apology ; safe, inasmuch as 
 matters personal are concerned, which are no 
 part of the story nor of the public. Suffice it 
 to say that, whilst the author believes in the cul 
 tivation of our highest moral and intellectual 
 faculties, he believes no less in doing our duty in 
 the every-day, common affairs of life ; for, what 
 soever one s duty and work may be, "Act well 
 thy part, therein all the honor lies. " Hence ours 
 is a double duty ; the one to society, the other 
 obedience to the promptings of our inner nature ; 
 and if performed in the spirit as expressed by 
 Seneca : " There is not any man, either so great 
 or so little, but is yet capable of giving and 
 receiving benefits. 
 
iv PREFACE. 
 
 So it is in the spheres of thought ; the loftiest 
 and most brilliant thoughts, unless conveyed to 
 others either for instruction or enjoyment, would 
 be as the "flower upon the desert air." This, 
 therefore, is the object of "A Romance of Ideal 
 ism." As to its imperfections, the author is 
 sadly aware of its crude and faulty habiliments, 
 but in extenuation would say that, in the first 
 place, the language is an acquired one, and sec 
 ondly, the exacting duties of a busy life left but 
 little leisure, the brief intervals of composition 
 being snatched from the precious time of many 
 years. The author, however, does lay claim to 
 an original production. 
 
 This rightly may be termed an age of utilita 
 rianism and individualism ; of opposing forces, 
 one arrayed against the other ; of self for self in 
 the struggle for existence and condition, to a 
 degree never before known. Religiously this 
 is another era of formation and reformation. 
 People lose faith in and question old creeds while 
 mistrusting the new, except the mathematical 
 demonstrations of science. In the face of these 
 things a production of this kind would certainly 
 seem out of joint, but there still remains the sen 
 timental the ideal in human nature. What 
 satisfaction are mathematical calculations to 
 these ? As we advance in life we find our ideals 
 shattered one after another, and yet we fain 
 
PREFACE. v 
 
 would hope and believe in an ultimate realization 
 of our fondest dreams. 
 
 If, in the language of Jonn Stuart Mill, we 
 find that a realization of all that we had hoped 
 for, would not be productive of happiness, then 
 must we seek that happiness in the very attain 
 ment of our ideals. 
 
 All this evolution of inchoate forces, material 
 and spiritual, must eventually result in the 
 acceptance of a more universal creed, broad 
 enough and high enough to embrace all the vari 
 ous elements of human aspiration. The object 
 of the author, therefore, is a suggestion in that 
 direction ; let the kind reader make the interpre 
 tation to suit himself. 
 
 C. G. 
 , Oregon, 1892. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 IDEALA, . 4 
 
 WAIJ,UI,A, 153 
 
 YELLEPT, . 1 59 
 
 AMORIS MEMORIA, 163 
 
 SUNSET ix OREGON, . .165 
 
 MOUNT HOOD, . 165 
 
 WHITMAN, WHITTIER, TENNYSON, . 166 
 
 DIE HEIMKEHR, . 168 
 

 1 
 
 
 IDEALA. 
 
IDEALA. 
 
 INTRODUCTION. 
 
 On fancy s pinions rise with me 
 Beyond the far off southern sea ; 
 Unto the wind your wings expand, 
 Above the sea, above the land ! 
 ^Eolus, king of upper air, 
 Will bid Boreas guide you there, 
 Across earth s rugged central line, 
 Beyond the southmost cape s confine ; 
 Beyond the deep, mysterious sea 
 The dreamland of sweet poesy. 
 In happy visions there behold 
 A brighter life to you unfold. 
 Let loose the strings of memory then, 
 And dream dear fancy s dreams again :- 
 As once you dreamed those phantasies, 
 Those sweet and castled vagaries 
 Of high ambition s vaulted towers, 
 Of Love s enchanted rosy bowers, 
 Beneath an azure sky serene, 
 
 For the sake of euphony and rhythm Ideala should 
 be pronounced Ideala. 
 
INTRODUCTION. 
 
 Beneath Hope s bright and golden sheen ; 
 
 While tender thoughts like music roll 
 
 In soothing tones athwart the soul ; 
 
 Hushing in sweet forgetfulness 
 
 Life s daily burdens, pain, and stress. 
 
 Aye, dream again those golden dreams, 
 
 While yet the fitful beacon gleams 
 
 From off life s fast receding shore. 
 
 Fair Faith, bright Hope, come, higher soar ! 
 
 In fancy free arise with me 
 
 Unto that isle beyond the sea, 
 
 Fair fiidolon, the Isle of Peace, 
 
 The isle beyond the southern seas ! 
 
 There lives in every human heart 
 A longing for a better part ; 
 To rise above conditions base, 
 Above our narrow circle s gaze 
 But, like a shipwreck lost at sea, 
 The soul as helpless seems to be. 
 Life s fullest measure has its grief, 
 The strongest faith its unbelief ; 
 Affection sweet ofttimes grows cold, 
 And friendship, held at par with gold. 
 We look on high we look beyond 
 We hope for something more beyond 
 The silent sea a better life 
 Than blasted hopes and ceaseless strife ! 
 Then follow me beyond the sea 
 
INTRODUCTION. 
 
 Brave toilers, toil on patiently ; 
 From morn till night, from day to day, 
 Wherever duty leads the way. 
 The patient heart and hopeful soul 
 Betime shall reach life s fondest goal, 
 While yet, along the darksome way, 
 The brightest star Hope sends a ray. 
 Then follow me beyond the sea, 
 Brave toilers. Toil on patiently ; 
 To you I sing my song, to you ! 
 To every patient toiler who 
 Would follow me beyond the seas, 
 To fiidolon, the Isle of Peace, 
 Sweet isle beyond the southern seas. 
 
CANTO I 
 
 SUNSET ON THK ISLAND. 
 
 I. 
 
 The day star in his fading glory, 
 Lay panting on the evening sky, 
 His hot breath steaming high above him, 
 Dissolved the gold of upper air, 
 Until the earth and all the heavens 
 And all the vast unfathomed deep 
 Below him, as a sea of fire, 
 Seemed glowing, burning, ruddy red. 
 Like forked tongues, that, leaping, flaring, 
 From out the pent up fires arise 
 Against the russet sky, thus glistened 
 The distant mountains snowy peaks, 
 Like beacons placed in semi-circle 
 Upon the island north and east. 
 And far below, primeval forests 
 Rose darkly gainst the purple sky ; 
 Low brooding vapors hung above them 
 Augmented by the curling smoke, 
 That slowly in dun wreaths ascending, 
 From humble homes in forest glades, 
 Gave the gray mists still darker shades. 
 
IDEALA. 5 
 
 II. 
 
 Within the realm of this deep forest, 
 All life that late was animate 
 With lusty vigor, seems suspended. 
 The golden glory above the pall 
 Of crouching vapors, did not enter, 
 Nor penetrate the sylvan shade, 
 Save where, perchance, the shifting shadows 
 A vacuum left, through which poured down 
 A flood of golden light, that, streaming 
 Upon the leafy canopy, 
 Fell through the tangled mass of foliage 
 Upon the quiet world below, 
 As rays through iridescent windows 
 Invade a temple s holy shade. 
 
 in. 
 
 No breeze plays through the leafy branches, 
 The strings of Nature s harp are mute ; 
 And silent are all the musicians 
 Whose countless voices shook the wold. 
 The chattering apes cease their grimaces, 
 And look with stupid wonder down 
 From their high seats among the branches 
 Of the banyan and the tamarind. 
 Around a fan palm tall and slender, 
 A reptile winds its plated coils ; 
 Another glides with lazy motion, 
 Past where a sable antelope 
 
6 
 
 In dreamy, guileless mood is standing 
 Unmindful of the reptile s fangs. 
 Within her lair of ferns and grasses, 
 Where the sweet-blossomed nilho grows, 
 The brindled lioness caresses 
 With tender look her playful cubs. 
 Beneath a cluster of tall tallipots, 
 (Whose queenly flowers beautiful 
 Bring death unto the tree that bears it,) 
 With royal mien the monarch stands, 
 The bravest of the forest s creatures, 
 Now like a proud but gentle king. 
 Secluded in his lair lies stretching 
 His glossy limbs the spotted pard ; 
 His eyes have lost their baleful lightning, 
 And all his sinews are unstrung. 
 Even the tiger s fierce, wild passions, 
 Seem at this hour all subdued ; 
 As neath the cassia s scented blossoms, 
 He strides about with harmless step. 
 The wings of all the birds are folded, 
 And hushed are all their varied songs ; 
 Save where, perchance, some hungry stripling 
 Expands his beak with piping sound. 
 The savage beasts and creeping reptiles, 
 And all the feathery tribes alike, 
 Their hunger and their passions sated, 
 On Nature s bosom seem to rest. 
 Peace reigns throughout the island forest, 
 
IDEALA. 7 
 
 Transcendent calm and restful peace ; 
 While from the breath of myriad blossoms, 
 From flowers pregnant with perfume, 
 The breezes waft the sweetest odors 
 Far out unto the dreamful sea. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Along the forest s edge, a river % 
 
 Flows tranquilly towards the sea ; 
 
 His shining face bedecked with blossoms 
 
 And leaves that fall perpetually 
 
 From countless boughs and fragrant flowers, 
 
 The sport of zephyr and of stream. 
 
 A strangely fashioned boat glides slowly 
 
 Adown the broad and tranquil stream, 
 
 Propelled by many strong-armed oarsmen, 
 
 Towards a city fair to view. 
 
 Of timbers light the boat is fashioned, 
 
 In shape like some huge water-fowl ; 
 
 The sides in graceful curves expanding, 
 
 The prow, high arched, like neck of swan. 
 
 Inside and out, securely fastened 
 
 By skillful hands, the boat is lined 
 
 With skins, well oiled, from brutes ferocious, 
 
 Whose hides once served their purpose well, 
 
 But serve their purpose now still better 
 
 As hides impervious to the flood. 
 
 On either side, strong arms are plying 
 
 Four oars, with steady, measured strokes ; 
 
8 IDEALA. 
 
 Thus like a swan, with wings expanded, 
 
 With stately motion glides the boat, 
 
 With its light load of boughs and arbors, 
 
 Down o er the slow and shining stream. 
 
 Dark skinned, of olive hue, the oarsmen 
 
 Are tall in stature, and their hair, 
 
 Of inky blackness, falls in tresses 
 
 Down o er their shoulders broad and strong. 
 
 Their bearded faces and their bearing 
 
 No low nor menial race betray. 
 
 Their clothes alike, a simple garment, 
 
 Of grayish cloth and texture fine, 
 
 Around the waist with belt is girdled, 
 
 Leaving quite bare their sinewy limbs. 
 
 There is among this crew another, 
 
 Of whiter skin and smaller form, 
 
 And clothes made of a different pattern, 
 
 A little man of foreign race, 
 
 And Maripo by name they call him. 
 
 Beneath the boat s high prow sits he, 
 
 With book in hand, absorbed in reading 
 
 A chapter from King Solomon. 
 
 He reads aloud his favorite chapter, 
 
 And ever faster move his lips, 
 
 Till with the light of inspiration 
 
 His small black eyes are all aglow ; 
 
 All else around him seemed oblivion 
 
 As deeper in his theme he plunged. 
 
 The crew did seeming take no notice 
 
IDEALA. 9 
 
 Of the strange action of this man, 
 
 But talked among themselves, discussing 
 
 The features of the morrow s feast. 
 
 The forest s shadows now grew deeper 
 
 Upon the river s shining flood, 
 
 As lightly o er the waters glided 
 
 The boat upon its downward course ; 
 
 Until the forest lay behind them, 
 
 And wider grew the shores apart ; 
 
 Here fertile fields and groves and meadows 
 
 On either side expanding lay, 
 
 From whose sweet breath the evening breezes 
 
 Their perfume bore toward the sea. 
 
 " Husta ! " exclaimed the stalwart oarsmen, 
 
 Rowing with energy renewed, 
 
 As in the last rays of the sunset, 
 
 Locked in a crescent bay secure, 
 
 Before them lay the shining city 
 
 And tow r ers of fair Ammiel.* 
 
 But downward still the boat goes gliding ; 
 
 Now past some groves of richest fruit, 
 
 And gardens of voluptuous verdure, 
 
 Surrounding, hiding in their midst 
 
 The bamboo cots of lowly dwellers. 
 
 But none of these sees Maripo ; 
 
 For to himself he still sits reading 
 
 A chapter from King Solomon . 
 
 * Capital of Eidolon. 
 
10 IDEALA. 
 
 The shores on either side now rising, 
 
 As swiftly onward sweeps the boat, 
 
 With every stroke seems growing higher 
 
 Into great cliffs precipitous, 
 
 Which in a rock-ribbed gateway ending, 
 
 Stand high above the city s walls. 
 
 Past these, with slower strokes are rowing, 
 
 The boatmen to their landing place, 
 
 Where flow the waters of the river 
 
 Into a smooth and placid bay. 
 
 The boat is moored, the oarsmen leaving, 
 
 Allow a throng of willing hands 
 
 To carry off the boughs and arbors, 
 
 Designed to grace the coming feast. 
 
 A load upon his shoulders bearing, 
 
 With lively step goes Maripo 
 
 Unto the house of Rhoda Mahib, 
 
 Mahib, the ruler of the isle ; 
 
 And there, before the portal, greeting, 
 
 Stands Bios O Hare, the Irish maid. 
 
 " Ah, Mademoiselle, to you good even," 
 
 The little Frenchman spoke, low bowing. 
 
CANTO II 
 
 NIGHT IN THE PALACE. 
 I. 
 
 Night, on her soft wings descending, 
 Reigned o er the island city, and 
 With wand more powerful than Ceres , 
 Brought all the world beneath her spell. 
 Wane Sorrow from each heart departing, 
 And Pain, her pale-faced sister, soothed, 
 And Knvy too, and Hatred, leaving 
 Reluctantly the hearts they swayed, 
 The stately Queen of night obeying ; 
 All fled from her like fleeting clouds, 
 Save L,ove alone, serenely smiling, 
 With rapture kissed the starry queen. 
 Within the palace, drowsy stillness 
 Pervades the high-arched lofty halls. 
 Hushed are the songs of exultation 
 That late did ring through hall and court ; 
 And in his starlit lonely chamber 
 There meditating sits the chief. 
 "O Night, fair queen, with joy I hail thee ! 
 Oh, let me drink thy magic balm ! 
 For thy sweet moments of oblivion, 
 
12 IDEALA. 
 
 Thy visions, dreams, and phantasies, 
 
 Thy stillness and thy peace transcendant, 
 
 Are Hope s bright sunshine to my soul. 
 
 Thy presence brings me loved communion 
 
 From the unfathomed mystic shores ; 
 
 Thy voices coming ever nearer 
 
 As slowly sets life s trembling star. 
 
 This truth I learn upon reflection : 
 
 As comes and goes the changeful moon, 
 
 Men come and go, and are forgotten ; 
 
 And honors baubles of a day 
 
 But fill the heart with empty longing, 
 
 Still leaving men unsatisfied. 
 
 Though twice have I been chosen ruler, 
 
 Of all the people of fiidolon, 
 
 And but to-day, the greatest honors 
 
 Have they bestowed upon my head ; 
 
 Yet, here to-night, I m glum and lonely 
 
 Within these walls that are so mute ! 
 
 Ah, one sweet voice I love is dearer 
 
 Than all the shouts of vain applause. 
 
 And what of honor and ambition 
 
 To one true and devoted heart ! 
 
 Before the altar of affection, 
 
 All men alike obeisance own." 
 
 Thus to himself spoke Rhoda Mahib, 
 
 Absorbed in meditation deep. 
 
IDEALA. 13 
 
 II. 
 
 By many high-arched walls divided, 
 In her apartment sat alone 
 Good Bios O Hare, sat there a-napping, 
 To cheat the hours weary flight, 
 While waiting for her lady s coming. 
 From Shala s* sacred walls. 
 
 "Wake up!" 
 
 Thus voices spoke, " O sleeping maiden, 
 And show thy blooming face to us ; 
 The moon is risen high in heaven, 
 And all the stars attend her flight ! 
 Thus from her slumber was awakened 
 Miss Bios O Hare by servants rude, 
 Whose clamor she did put to question 
 For cause of this undue alarm. 
 In answer, Maripo, low bowing : 
 "Ah, Mademoiselle, I beg I beg 
 Your pardon, Mile. Bios good even ; 
 Behold, my love thou art so fair ! " 
 Then Bios O Hare spoke, interrupting: 
 " An what is it yer a jabberin now ? " 
 
 4 I hear the voice of my beloved 
 
 " Oi hear, an what d ye mean disturbin 
 The pace o night wid all sich talk? " 
 " Ah Mile., what I ve been a speaking," 
 Humbly continued Maripo, 
 
 *Native temple dedicated to the worship of the sun, and pre 
 side 1 over by a maiden priestess. 
 
14 IDEALA. 
 
 Is speech that I have learned in reading 
 
 A chapter from King Solomon." 
 
 " An ye re a Dave, i faith ye are." 
 
 Replied Miss Hare in angry tones. 
 
 Oh ! be not angry with your brother 
 
 O sister with the shining face 
 
 O sister with the hair of fire ! 
 
 Your brother with the lotus* face, 
 
 He who doth love the withered flower, f 
 
 And talks to it caressingly, 
 
 As women talk and laugh to children." 
 
 A servant thus to Bios O Hare 
 
 In his own native tongue addressed her. 
 
 " O sister he s a noble fellow ! " 
 
 Came from the lips of still another. 
 
 " O sister, hear thy brother speak ! " 
 
 Remarked a third one of the servants. 
 
 " Ah, Mile Bios," spoke Maripo, 
 
 Still bowing low, " my master sent me 
 
 With greetings to your lady ; he 
 
 Did send me at this hour to tell you 
 
 Of my great love to you said he : 
 
 Thus tell the lady s maid, To-morrow 
 
 I ll meet her at the outer gate, 
 
 Before I speak to her great sire. " 
 
 11 An be me soul, what be yer meanin , 
 
 Ye are a pair, ye and yer master ; 
 
 *White face. 
 fMaripo s Bible. 
 
IDE ALA. lo 
 
 He mait me at the outer gate, 
 
 An send his greetings to me lady 
 
 An ye to spake of love to me 
 
 An he to spake to my great sire, 
 
 Who (bless his soul ) is dead an gone. 
 
 Hark ye, Oi hear me lady s comin ! " 
 
 Sweet voices singing now are heard, 
 
 Distinctly coming nearer and nearer ; 
 
 As from the temple on their way, 
 
 The virgins come with Mahib s daughter. 
 
 in. 
 
 " An sure, me lady, bless yer soul, 
 A long time is it Oi ve been waitin ; 
 Oi ve been a-workin very hard 
 To get all ready for the morrow 
 An sich a splendid, glorious robe ! " 
 " My dearest Shining Face," in answer 
 The Mahib s daughter, to her maid ; 
 " But of my father tell me, woman, 
 Is he not waiting for me ready ? 
 To his apartments now conduct me, 
 O daughter with the shining face." 
 In whispers to her lady speaking, 
 Miss Bios remarked with serious air : 
 That Frenchman Coquin sent his greetings 
 To you, me lady, by his servant, 
 By Maripo, just now he sent them." 
 And is this all the message he 
 
16 IDEALA. 
 
 Did send by Maripo his servant ? " 
 
 " An sure, me lady, he did spake 
 
 Some stuff about King Solomon." 
 
 "Aye, it is well ; now thou may st leave me, 
 
 For here my father he is coming." 
 
 IV. 
 
 " Ah, daughter, long have I been waiting 
 
 Thy coming from the holy place ; 
 
 And if I not misjudge my vision, 
 
 Thou art with cares oppressed, my child." 
 
 In answer thus the Mahib s daughter : 
 
 And truly, father, dost thou see ; 
 
 But if with care I be afflicted, 
 
 It is for thee, my father dear. 
 
 Thy brow betrays increasing cares, 
 
 No more with mirth thy eyes are beaming, 
 
 And scarce are seen thy lips to smile ; 
 
 Though all the people pay thee homage, 
 
 They love thee not as well as I. 
 
 Oh, I could chide these very people 
 
 For robbing me a father s care, 
 
 And thee of rest so well deserving. 
 
 To know thee great, my inward pride 
 
 Is touched with pity and compassion, 
 
 When fame demands such sacrifice, 
 
 And public honor such conditions. 
 
 Her father thus in answer spoke : 
 
 My child, I well perceive thy meaning, 
 
IDEALA. 17 
 
 And prize thy kindly heart far more 
 
 Than all the honors of my station. 
 
 But life has duties, yes, and many, 
 
 To which all men own strict obedience ; 
 
 First to our loved ones and our homes, 
 
 Then to the state and to the people. 
 
 My child, I have not been neglectful 
 
 Of duty which is due to thee ; 
 
 And as to duty due my people, 
 
 I do that every man should do. 
 
 But list, my child, I must be speaking 
 
 Of some affair which is thine own, 
 
 Which more than else has been oppressing 
 
 My mind and heart with cloudy cares 
 
 Art still resolved and firm in purpose, 
 
 To take the vow of Virgin Queen ? 
 
 Which, if I be not misconstruing 
 
 The signs presaging such events, 
 
 Thou wilt be chosen queen to-morrow. 
 
 Be well assured, my child, I would 
 
 Not lead thee from a righteous pathway, 
 
 Nor cross thy purpose well directed ; 
 
 But hasty youth will make resolves 
 
 That end more often in repentence. 
 
 Bethink thee of the rigid vow, 
 
 The obligation, cares, and burdens ; 
 
 To take all these upon thyself 
 
 A child, from childhood just emerging ! 
 
 Bethink thee well, my child, of this." 
 
18 IDEALA. 
 
 The Mahib s daughter thus made answer : 
 " My father, thou hast wisely spoken, 
 I think no less than thou hast said, 
 Nor should you think less of my motion. 
 That serving but my purpose in 
 What thou callst duty due the people. 
 Where childhood ends, there should begin 
 A life of useful thought and action. 
 O father ! cease thy cares for me ; 
 Accept my prayers and my good wishes, 
 Wherefore I ask thine in return." 
 With reverend salaam she departed, 
 To leave her father to his thoughts ; 
 While she her own apartments seeking 
 Called for her maid, the Shining Face. 
 But Bios O Hare heard no one calling, 
 Being engaged in argument 
 With Maripo, who came returning 
 In haste, demanding to be heard : 
 " O Mile. Blossom ! please you listen 
 To something I forgot to tell you, 
 When I this evening called to see, 
 Sweet Mile. Blossom oh ma chere ! 
 It is of you I heard him talking." 
 " An who d yer hear a-talkin o me ?" 
 
 " My master, love, my master, he " 
 
 " An sure your master sir s a villain 
 What did he say ? Why don t ye spake ! 
 "Ah, Mile. Blossom, please you listen : 
 
IDEALA. 19 
 
 My master s not a villain he 
 Did say, the people had decided 
 To make me darling virgin queen. 
 Whatever that does mean precisely 
 I know not, but, by Solomon, 
 I fear, my love, it is disgraceful 
 To be a queen of virgins here ! 
 " Yer master is a rogue, I tell ye ; 
 An be swate Mary, ye may tell him, 
 I niver was no queen, nor virgin, 
 An niver spect shall aither be." 
 Then to the chamber of her mistress 
 Turned Bios O Hare with hasty step. 
 But here her service was not needed ; 
 For, wrapped in sweetest slumber, lay 
 The Mahib s fair and only daughter. 
 " An bless me soul, she is a-sleepin," 
 Soliloquized Miss Bios O Hare. 
 " An she s as pretty as a picture, 
 The darlin child, God bless her soul. 
 An sure, Oi would not now be livin 
 (It breaks me heart), but for this child : 
 To think, so far away from Erin, 
 An, niver, niver more go back ! 
 Och, it s so sad good night, me child." 
 Then to her couch herself retiring, 
 In sleep s embrace soon were forgotten 
 The tears of good Miss Bios O Hare. 
 Within the palace of the Mahib, 
 
20 IDEALA. 
 
 No sound disturbed the restful night ; 
 Peace reigned supreme beneath the penon 
 Of that hushed night on isle and sea. 
 
CANTO III. 
 
 MORNING ON THE ISLAND. 
 
 From out the depths of ocean darted 
 Great fiery arrows to the skies ; 
 Before them mists and vapors parted, 
 And sped away as by surprise. 
 While, in a beauteous roseate light, 
 The Orient heavens grew expanding, 
 Till earth and sea and sky were blending 
 In russet splendor wondrous sight ! 
 Then on his golden chariot rising, 
 Swift rolling, came the lord of day ; 
 And all the isle with life rejoicing 
 Seemed thrilled beneath his potent sway. 
 The shining orb is now arisen, 
 The ghostly vapors sped away, 
 And Night, which held the isle in prison, 
 Dissolved before the light of day. 
 
 I. 
 
 Behold fair Ammiel stands attired 
 In garlands for this festal day ! 
 Above the flower- wreathed pillars, 
 Above the high-arched gates and from 
 Each house, the flags and pennants floated. 
 
22 IDEALA. 
 
 The roads were strewn with scented boughs, 
 
 And banks of fragrant flowers skirted 
 
 The fruitful lawns on either side ; 
 
 And stately palms, broad-leaved, imparted 
 
 Their cooling shade along the roads. 
 
 Like some fair garden in the springtime, 
 
 The breath of fragrance filled the air ; 
 
 And birds from every bush were singing 
 
 Their morning carols sweet and clear. 
 
 Large-eyed gazelles were quietly browsing, 
 
 And peacocks proudly paced the lawns ; 
 
 And birds of rainbow-wing were fluttering 
 
 Among the palms and blossoming trees. 
 
 From bloom to bloom the sun birds darted, 
 
 And mottled parrots vainly swung 
 
 From fruit to fruit ; while agile monkeys 
 
 Searched chatt ring for their morning meal. 
 
 By two broad avenues divided, 
 
 The roads between the ancient dwellings 
 
 In perfect circles winding la} T . 
 
 Beginning in the centre, where, 
 
 Within the city s inner circle, 
 
 The palace of the Mahib and 
 
 The spacious halls of state were standing, 
 
 Surrounded by sweet-scented groves 
 
 And lawns and gardens, where fresh fountains 
 
 Their silvery streams upsending, fell 
 
 In dancing sprays of rainbow colors, 
 
 Into their cooling beds below : 
 
IDEALA. 23 
 
 Between these and nearest dwellings, 
 
 Like Saturn s shining rings, there lay 
 
 A broad and open space, where started 
 
 The two broad avenues, out-spreading 
 
 In opposite directions straight. 
 
 To ocean s sandy beach one leading, 
 
 And one unto a rocky bluff, 
 
 Whereon the pride of Eidolon, 
 
 The lofty temple Shalah stood. 
 
 From palace, circle after circle, 
 
 In perfect order winding lay, 
 
 Each growing wider than the other 
 
 Unto the very uttermost. 
 
 One row of houses, lawns, and gardens, 
 
 Between two roads smooth built of stone ; 
 
 In ever varying beauty changing 
 
 One circle from the other, yet 
 
 In harmony the whole expanded 
 
 Into a city wondrous fair. 
 
 The houses all one story high, 
 
 Were built to shelter many people. 
 
 The walls like alabaster shone, 
 
 With surface polished smooth as mirrors, 
 
 Relieved by pannels of stucco-work 
 
 And frescoes of symbolic patterns. 
 
 Beneath the ample cornices 
 
 With many quaint and curious carvings, 
 
 There birds had built their little homes. 
 
 Thus row on row, amidst the foliage, 
 
24 IDEALA. 
 
 The beauteous dwellings seemed alike : 
 But high above the city tow ring, 
 The lofty hall of state arose, 
 Enclosed by wings in semi-circle, 
 With marble pillars studded round, 
 The terraced front to northward looking, 
 Contained a court with marble paved. 
 To southward joined the Mahib s palace, 
 Its graceful arches tow ring high 
 Above the city s comely dwellings. 
 But high above the hall of state, 
 The rounded dome of beaten copper 
 Shone as a cresset in the sun, 
 .Its burnished surface flaming, gleaming 
 O er all the island far and nigh. 
 
 ii. 
 
 The sun had journeyed full four hours 
 On his celestial voyage, when 
 The people of the island city, 
 In simple festive garments clad, 
 Their daily cares and work abandoned, 
 Were gathered on the streets and lawns. 
 Full many were in groups assembled ; 
 Grave men, with weight of years, beside 
 The matron, youth, and bright-eyed maiden, 
 In pleasant talk, or list ning to 
 Some words of council that were spoken : 
 In manners gentle and refined ; 
 
IDEALA. 25 
 
 All seeming of one rank and station ; 
 
 All by one central purpose moved. 
 
 A sudden sound, like thunder rolling, 
 
 Now broke upon the multitude, 
 
 Like trumpet blast among the soldiers ; 
 
 All seemed to know the signal call ; 
 
 To right, to left, in perfect order, 
 
 Some here, some there, their places found. 
 
 The roads that late were filled with people, 
 
 Are free and clear for passage now ; 
 
 The women to one side retiring, 
 
 Unto the other all the men. 
 
 in. 
 
 Lord Coquin on his coal black steed, 
 By Maripo alone attended, 
 Threw rein before the palace gate. 
 With lordly air he looked about him, 
 At the unusual wond ring throng, 
 His eager eyes for some one searching. 
 Yet finding not the object sought. 
 " Ah there, monsieur, I see her coming ! " 
 Spoke Maripo to Lord Coquin ; 
 As with an air of much importance, 
 Towards the gate came Bios O Hare ; 
 Who, when he saw her, all indignant, 
 Lord Coquin turned to Maripo. 
 " Me lord, good mornin , bless yer honors, 
 Oi m here mesilf, why did ye want 
 
26 I DEAL A. 
 
 To mait me at the gate sich toime, sir, 
 
 I 1 faith, a bit o toime Oi hive, 
 
 Me lady now is at the temple 
 
 Oi niver seen the loike o this 
 
 An sich a robe for Queen o Virgin ! " 
 
 Quite calmly Lord Coquin replied : 
 
 11 Go tell the Mahib I would see him 
 
 Upon some matter of import ; 
 
 With haste return and give his answer 
 
 For which I shall be waiting here." 
 
 Past all amendment was this plunder, 
 
 But Lord Coquin expedients knew. 
 
 With message came Miss Bios returning : 
 
 "An sure, me lord, the Mahib said 
 
 He would be pleased instant to see ye." 
 
 Leaving his steed with Maripo, 
 
 Lord Coquin strode toward the palace ; 
 
 Passed servants and passed gaping crowds, 
 
 Passed groups of elders and dignitaries, 
 
 And maids attired in festal robes, 
 
 And tripping children scat ring flowers : 
 
 From hall to hall, onward he strode 
 
 Straight to the Mahib s audience chamber. 
 
 A goodly number of the elders 
 
 And of the chiefs were there assembled. 
 
 Lord Coquin made a salaam grave 
 
 Before the ruler and the elders, 
 
 Then of the Mahib asked permission 
 
 With him in private to confer, 
 
IDEAIvA. 27 
 
 Which granted, Lord Coquin proceeded : 
 
 " Great Mahib, Chief of fiidolon ! 
 
 Thou hast to me been friend and brother ; 
 
 A stranger 1, cast on thy shores, 
 
 In gratitude I m bound forever, 
 
 My noble lord, to thee. 
 
 Tis true, 
 
 Though poor I be, through adverse fortune, 
 Yet am I not a menial born ; 
 But far away amongst my people, 
 Was I a chief, e en as thyself: 
 Tis therefore, my presumption pardon, 
 For I would speak of some affair 
 Pertaining to thy heart and station. 
 Thou hast, my lord, an only child, 
 The fairest mid the island s daughters, 
 And if I err not in my judgment, 
 My lord, your daughter will be chosen 
 Virgin Queen to-day. 
 
 Tell me, 
 
 Is it her wish, or thine, I pray thee, 
 To offer this great sacrifice ; 
 Depriving you of her sweet presence, 
 And placing on her shoulders fair 
 The cares and burdens of an office 
 That may prove fatal to your child, 
 The sweet and lovely Ideala?" 
 In answer thus the Mahib spoke : 
 * My brother from the far off islands, 
 
28 IDEALA. 
 
 What thou hast spoke is very truth ; 
 And grieved am I to lose my daughter, 
 But her resolve is firm and strong, 
 And none may change her from her purpose. 
 Though we owe duties to ourselves, 
 Yet must we serve the state and people ; 
 My daughter s heart obedience knows 
 But hark ! e en now the drums are calling, 
 With deep and mighty voice, the start 
 For all the people to the temple 
 The consequence be left with fate 
 I thank thee, brother, for thy council, 
 Now to the temple let us hence." 
 
 IV. 
 
 While yet the rosy lips of morn 
 Kissed every flowret s pearly cheek ; 
 While yet the breath of zephyr wafted 
 Its perfume over hill and plain, 
 Unto the monarchs, hoary-headed,* 
 From whose high crowns, the golden light 
 In radiating shafts descending 
 On Shalah sf temple slanting fell, 
 A group of virgins were assembled 
 From every island district three, 
 In numbers full three score or more, 
 All robed alike in purest white, 
 
 * Snow-capped mountains. 
 
 f Native name for temple of Virgin Queen. 
 
IDEALA. 
 
 Save that a scarf of different shading 
 The districts of the maids distinguished. 
 Their busy fingers shaped sweet flowers 
 In garlands for the temple walls ; 
 While rang the music of their voices 
 In laughter and in converse sweet, 
 And now and then some roguish damsel 
 Exchanged her work for play and dance. 
 Now round the temple slowly pacing, 
 The merry maids this song did sing : 
 
 Hail ! Hail ! 
 
 The Spirit of Fire, the great rises higher, 
 In triumph he is come ! 
 
 Hail ! Hail ! 
 
 From Shalah s great spire, his arrows of fire 
 Rekindle the world ! 
 
 Sing, sing, 
 
 The praise of the beautiful, modest and dutiful 
 Sherezad* our queen. 
 
 Sweet, sweet, 
 
 Is the life of the flowers, blossoming flowers, 
 The children of Om !f 
 
 Sweet, sweet, 
 
 Is the life of the gold- winged, fluttering dream-winged 
 Butterfly gay ! 
 
 Sweet, sweet; 
 
 Is the life of the singing, the ever light winging 
 Birds of the air ! 
 
 *Name of present Virgin Queen serving in the temple. 
 fOm, name of Deity Oriental. 
 
30 IDEALA. 
 
 Sweet, sweet, 
 
 Is life, when its measure is innocent pleasure 
 To sorrow unknown ! 
 
 Fleet, fleet, 
 
 Is life, as the fleeting, quickly retreating 
 Clouds of the sky ! 
 
 Sing, sing. 
 
 While youth is expanding, her golden wings lending 
 A dreamy ideal ! 
 
 Sing, sing, 
 
 Ere sorrow is growing, and tears are flowing. 
 And the heart be as stone ! 
 
 Sing, sing, 
 
 For the seasons are going, the seasons are wooing 
 Us all to the grave ! 
 
 The signal from the great drums rolling, 
 Like thunder fell upon their ears. 
 From out the dark-eyed circle steping, 
 Two modest maidens now advanced ; 
 A flow ry canopy each mounted, 
 One to the right, one to the left 
 Of Shalah s proud and lofty portal. 
 Upon the right a maiden sat, 
 In grace and beauty all surpassing, 
 In face and form a very queen. 
 Her dark hair fell in wavy tresses 
 O er neck and bust of perfect mould ; 
 Her large dark eyes a soul revealing 
 Serene and pure as seraphim, 
 
IDEALA. 31 
 
 And lips, whereon love found expression 
 
 Mid blush tints on her olive cheeks. 
 
 A snow-white garment from her shoulders 
 
 And from her thighs in ample folds 
 
 Down to her tap ring feet extended, 
 
 A wreath of dewy flowers crowning 
 
 Her shapely head and queenly brow, 
 
 The symbol of virginity. 
 
 Such was the Mahib s only daughter, 
 
 The sweet and lovely Ideala. 
 
 Upon the left sat Arrah s daughter, 
 
 A rival worthy of the fairest 
 
 In bearing, form and face and mien ; 
 
 The lovely huntress, sweet Diana, 
 
 Might not unenvied her behold, 
 
 Auma, beloved of all the people, 
 
 For gentleness and kindly deeds. 
 
 These were the virgin candidates 
 
 High seated on their festive thrones ; 
 
 While round them stood attendant maids 
 
 With tablets to record the vote. 
 
 v. 
 
 From every circling street came pouring 
 Into the long, broad avenues, 
 The people led by chiefs and elders 
 Towards the temple of Shalah. 
 The chiefs on handsome horses riding, 
 A guard formed round the virgins thrones ; 
 
32 IDEALA. 
 
 The multitude in order passing, 
 
 With banners and with spears they came 
 
 Before the virgin candidates, 
 
 And with salute made known their choice. 
 
 When shadows fell no longer slanting, 
 
 Then from the drums the signal came, 
 
 Announcing that the vote was over, 
 
 And that forthwith all should repair 
 
 (Except the Mahib, chiefs, and elders) 
 
 Towards the ocean s sandy beach. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Here was the scene of sport and pleasure, 
 Here every annual festal day ; 
 Here youth and strength did match each other 
 At varied games and feats of arms. 
 The throng with much impatience waited 
 The chiefs and elders to appear. 
 " Hark ye ! hark ye !" the heralds shouted, 
 <( Hark ye, O people of fiidolon ! 
 The vote is taken and decided, 
 And ere the lord of day sinks down 
 Beyond yon deep, n^sterious sea, 
 Then in her temple reigns your Queen, 
 The Mahib s daughter, Ideala." 
 Then rose from the assembled hosts 
 Tumultuous shouts of approbation ; 
 But when old Ageram was seen 
 Upon the high arena standing, 
 
IDEALA. 33 
 
 His flowing locks white with the frost 
 Of many years about him streaming, 
 His arms extended high as if 
 To bless the multitude beneath him ; 
 While round him in strange contrast stood 
 The temple maidens young and fair, 
 Their new elected Queen surrounding 
 (Who like a very goddess seemed, 
 Upon her throne the fairest maid). 
 Now was the storm of voices calmed, 
 And Ageram, the island s prophet, 
 With solemn voice thus spoke : 
 
 ( O sacred sun ! 
 
 O light celestial in the heavens ! 
 O lamp eternal, giving light 
 And life to all the living creatures ! 
 Thee we behold in splendor rise 
 From out the ocean, never failing, 
 And mark with reverent eyes thy course, 
 Until thou fadest from the heavens 
 Into the gulf of night beyond. 
 Ye see, his sacred rays are falling 
 Upon the temple of Shalah ; 
 Oh, praise him all ye island people ! 
 He blesseth now our Virgin Queen 
 Elected priestess in thy temple. 
 Behold a sign, portentious omen ! 
 The great one hides his fiery face 
 Behind a cloudy veil this moment 
 
34 I DEAL A. 
 
 Some evil may befall our Queen 
 Some ill may to the people happen 
 For thus the augurs spoke of old, 
 And I, your Ageram, have spoken." 
 
CAHTO IV. 
 
 THE RACES THE STORM ARRIVAL OF THE 
 STRANGER. 
 
 " Now are the judges all appointed, 
 
 Of whom the Mahib chief presides, 
 
 Who will, in fairness and in justice, 
 
 Decide the contests of the day ; 
 
 None will be honored undeserving ; 
 
 And each shall have an equal chance 
 
 To match his skill and prowess fairly 
 
 And win distinction if he can. 
 
 Let none with rankling heart retire, 
 
 Nor envy in his bosom hide ; 
 
 For honor lies not in the hamstring, 
 
 Nor virtue in the strength of fist. 
 
 Then forth all youths who seek promotion, 
 
 Who would from parent guardianship 
 
 Advance unto the rank and station 
 
 Of Atma,* novice of the state. 
 
 By fours in numbers be ye starting, 
 
 Unto 3^011 goal assigned for ye, 
 
 While ten times ten the strokes are counted 
 
 * A secondary, or preparator} rank to citizenship. 
 
36 IDBALA. 
 
 Upon the drums, in measured time." 
 
 Thus spoke Arrah, the chief, addressing 
 
 The youths now ready for the race. 
 
 Full many a score of youths impatient, 
 
 With eyes aglow and beating hearts, 
 
 The signal from the drums awaited. 
 
 The start was made, and how they flew 
 
 Along the sandy beach, swift footed ; 
 
 Chest close to chest, the head poised high, 
 
 Bach aimed to reach the goal a winner. 
 
 Yet many were those left behind ; 
 
 To them another chance was given, 
 
 A test of strength and skill upon 
 
 The pliant bow, to send unerring 
 
 An arrow to its distant mark. 
 
 Then called Arrah upon some others, 
 
 Who had in previous years obtained 
 
 The rank of Atma, yet would enter 
 
 Into the rank of Astaba.* 
 
 Then from the throng at once came forward, 
 
 And forming into ranks they stood, 
 
 A splendid troop of manly youths. 
 
 A sword and spear to each was given, 
 
 Which he who won might then retain. 
 
 Through all the varied exercises 
 
 Arrah himself commanded them. 
 
 They won applause and admiration, 
 
 Of all who saw their skillful feats. 
 
 The rank of full and free citizenship. 
 
IDEAlvA 37 
 
 And now the contest for the prizes; 
 
 Throwing the spear unerringly 
 
 Some forty yards while swiftly running. 
 
 Few were the winners in this feat, 
 
 And proudly they received the honors, 
 
 The highest rank of Astaba 
 
 Bestowed on them with great distinction. 
 
 n. 
 
 The games suspended for a time, 
 The people sought for other pleasures. 
 In groups some stood, commenting on 
 The games and contests that were over ; 
 Some talked of Shalah s new-made queen ; 
 While others sought the bath refreshing 
 Among the ocean s cooling waves. 
 Some from the venders bought refreshments 
 Of choicest fruit and meat and cake ; 
 And over all the children s voices 
 In merry laughing rounds were heard. 
 
 in. 
 
 " Behold, behold ! " an hundred voices, 
 With one accord cried out aloud. 
 " Behold, the angels of the darkness 
 Appear upon the field serene, 
 Dread heralds of the stormy regions, 
 Oh, see them rising from the sea ! 
 In serried massive ranks advancing, 
 
38 IDBALA 
 
 With blackness of the night they come ! 
 
 Oh, Arrah, haste and call the races, 
 
 Ere the dark legions dim the light 
 
 Of day, and drive with madding fury 
 
 The foaming waves upon the shore ! 
 
 Arrah to southward gazed intently, 
 
 With ^troubled look upon his brow ; 
 
 Yet calmly called he for the races, 
 
 The last great contest of the day. 
 
 He called upon the youths to enter, 
 
 Those who would yet high honors win ; 
 
 Those who had failed in contests previous 
 
 To win the rank of Astaba. 
 
 Then shouts of glad anticipation 
 
 Escaped from many a youthful breast, 
 
 And from the throng a glad approval, 
 
 Like echoes rolling ran along. 
 
 Nor had their voices ceased, when other 
 
 Shrill, screeching sounds were heard afar, 
 
 With every moment coming nearer, 
 
 And growing louder, shriller still, 
 
 And more distinct and more discordant. 
 
 O er the fair sky a massive wall 
 
 Of dreadful blackness now expanding 
 
 Rose from the sea towards the isle. 
 
 " Orkas ! orkas !" * the people shouted- 
 
 Behold, a flock of huge gray birds, 
 
 Some mammoth sea fowls came approaching ; 
 
 * An invented name for an imaginary sea fowl. 
 
IDKALA. M 
 
 Swift running o er the sands tliey came ; 
 With screeching noise their long wings flap 
 ping. 
 
 By a strong youth each bird was held, 
 With a cord beneath its wings tied firmly ; 
 They stood, a long and strange array, 
 For Arrah waiting to command them. 
 Now heaved the sea tremendously, 
 And high upon the shore came rolling 
 The crested breakers foaming white ! 
 Now seemed the sun to lose his brightness 
 As higher rose the sable clouds. 
 The youths competing took their places, 
 Each by a bird expectant stood ; 
 And each his hands had tied before him, 
 And round each bird was wound a cord, 
 Binding the wings close to its body. 
 On either side the course was marked 
 By cables, stretched to where the ocean 
 Had left his wave- marks on the sand. 
 The sky to southward quickly darkened, 
 The elements are up in arms, 
 And all the storm king s angry legions 
 Mid rolling thunder swept upon 
 Fair Eidolon ! 
 
 The orkas screech 
 As if in terror, louder, fiercer, 
 Their chorus mingling with the storm ; 
 As rolling, rising, angry billows 
 
40 IDEALA 
 
 Now break upon the trembling shore. 
 The signal for the start is given : 
 " Ho, Astaba ! Ho, orkas ! Go ! " 
 Thus Arrah loudly cried commanding, 
 And onward speed th unequal racers 
 Towards their goal upon the beach, 
 Towards destruction, towards death ! 
 But ere they reached the goal expectant, 
 A monstrous wave came rolling leaward, 
 Engulfing youths and orkas all. 
 " Behold, behold ! " cried Ideala, 
 " A god hath come from out the deep ! " 
 With terror seized and fear, the people 
 With one accord her words repeat : 
 " Behold, behold, a god hath come, 
 A god is risen from the deep ! 
 Oh, see him ride upon the billows, 
 Alas, alas, the youths are lost ! " 
 
CANTO V. 
 
 AFTER THE STORM LORD COQUIN MEETS THE 
 STRANGER SEEDS OF JEALOUSY VISIT 
 TO ARRAH THE STRANGER S STORY. 
 
 I. 
 
 Man is bat mortal, though his will 
 Be like a god s strong and enduring ; 
 But harnessed to his flesh it shall 
 Be curbed into obedience. 
 
 Behold ! 
 
 Upon his couch a weakened mortal ; 
 He who did brave the elements, 
 The ocean in its dreadful fury, 
 Here like a helpless child lies he, 
 Still battling in his wand ring senses, 
 Twixt hope and fear, and life and death, 
 A shipwreck on that awful sea. 
 Now hear him cry : 
 
 Those eyes, those eyes 
 Begone, thou gloating fiery demon 
 O God, am I to perish here ! 
 One drop of water, oh, some water 
 A sail, a sail ! I see it there ! 
 Then did he cast his eyes about him ; 
 Then half aloud unto himself: 
 
42 IDE ALA 
 
 " Where am I ah, I was but dreaming ; 
 I m safe, I m safe alas 
 
 How strange ! 
 
 Again, again I seem to see it, 
 That fair, that noble, queenly face 
 Alas, twas but a dream, a fancy, 
 Those wondrous eyes majestic fire 
 That left their mirage on my soul." 
 He ceased to speak, then looked about him ; 
 There Auma stood, his kind attendant, 
 Near him, with quick attentive eyes. 
 He looked at her in recognition, 
 And then a smile passed o er his face, 
 Mute guerdon of his gratitude. 
 Then turning round, he saw before him 
 His eyes could scarce believe it true 
 One of his race, who thus addressed him : 
 Good morrow, stranger, welcome here, 
 I m glad to know you out of danger, 
 And glad to have companionship ; 
 I, like yourself, by adverse chances 
 Was cast upon this lonely isle ; 
 My name is Lord Coquin, and with me, 
 Two others of my race were saved." 
 Scarce said, the stranger with emotion 
 Did grasp the hand of Lord Coquin : 
 " Oh welcome, welcome, noble stranger, 
 Scarce may I yet believe my eyes, 
 So like a romance seems this meeting 
 
IDEALA 43 
 
 And all that happened me of late." 
 " Now rest you, I will call to-morrow, 
 When I would like to hear your tale." 
 Then to himself as he departed : 
 " Ha, ha, what speech was this he spoke, 
 While yet his feverish senses wandered 
 From this to that ? Whom could he mean 
 But Ideala ? Who else could have 
 That queenly face and look majestic? 
 Tis well, tis well, e en as it is ; 
 Tis well to note passing events." 
 
 ii. 
 
 Arrah, beside his graceful daughter, 
 Was seated on his shady porch. 
 Calm was the morn, and still and warm ; 
 No breeze disturbed the leafy branches 
 Of the rich foliage growing near. 
 "This is the hour," Arrah addressing 
 His daughter, ll when Lord Coquin should, 
 According to his promise, meet us ; 
 He hath, methinks, some message of 
 Good cheer from him, our youthful stranger. 
 To which his daughter answer made : 
 " Ah, fair is he, and proud his bearing, 
 And well he seems again and strong, 
 The stranger youth of whom thou speakest, 
 And whom I saw but yesterday ; 
 Full worthy of the highest honors, 
 
44 IDEALA 
 
 If noble deeds go not unpaid." 
 
 " Sweet daughter, I have well considered, 
 
 And with the Mahib have agreed 
 
 But see, Lord Coquin s servant enters." 
 
 " Ah, Monsieur Arrah, if you please, 
 
 My master s waiting for an audience," . 
 
 Spoke Maripo while bowing low. 
 
 " Go tell your master he may enter, 
 
 A friend is ever welcome here." 
 
 Before great Arrah and his daughter, 
 
 Lord Coquin bowed a grave salute. 
 
 ( My noble Lord and benefactor, 
 
 Quoth Lord Coquin, "I much rejoice 
 
 To see thyself and thy fair daughter 
 
 In prosperous health and peace of mind. 
 
 I ve come to learn, if yet the Mahib 
 
 Is bent in purpose to accord 
 
 This stranger youth a public audience. 
 
 "He is, my brother," quoth Arrah, 
 
 " And all the chiefs so wish to have it. 
 
 A noble youth seems he, deserving 
 
 Some recognition from the state 
 
 For the great service he did render 
 
 On that unhappy festal day." 
 
 " May I but speak one word of counsel, 
 
 My brother and my friend your pardon 
 
 If from his speech I judge not wrongly, 
 
 This stranger is a plebian 
 
 He has no claim by birth or station ; 
 
IDEALA. 45 
 
 Nor may his worth be more than seeming ; 
 
 Let time first test his merit true;" 
 
 To which Arrah made answer boldly : 
 
 " I judge no man by birth or station ; 
 
 The deed he did, he did most nobly, 
 
 Tis therefore I would do him honor." 
 
 " And here, beneath thy roof, dear father/ 
 
 Quoth Auma, " he hath shown to be 
 
 Full worthy of esteem and honor, 
 
 And all would like to hear from him 
 
 The story of his strange arrival ; 
 
 And how he saved with godlike strength 
 
 The helpless youths from certain death. 
 
 Didst thou observe how Ideala, 
 
 Whose eyes beheld the deed heroic, 
 
 Did speak in praise of the fair stranger, 
 
 And then and there made known her wish, 
 
 Just ere she left for Shalah s temple, 
 
 That he receive due recognition 
 
 Before the people and the state ? 
 
 " Tis even thus, my friend and brother," 
 
 Arrah addressing Lord Coquin ; 
 
 " I own that thou art wise and noble, 
 
 Yet dost misjudge this stranger s heart." 
 
 Then stood Lord Coquin for a moment 
 
 In silence, ere he made reply : 
 
 " All this is known to me full well ; 
 
 Perchance I m wrong, yet is my erring 
 
 No fault deserving of reproach ; 
 
40 I DEAL A. 
 
 By large experience have I gathered 
 
 Some knowledge by the way, 
 
 Which makes me wary and suspicious, 
 
 And slow to place my faith upon 
 
 The things that may have but a semblance, 
 
 Concealing well deceit within. 
 
 Whatever have been my endeavors 
 
 My motive, pray, do not misjudge ; 
 
 My jealous friendship for thee only 
 
 Urged me to speak without reserve ; 
 
 And I but hope he may be worthy 
 
 Thy friendship and thy high esteem." 
 
 To whom Arrah : 
 
 " O friend and brother, 
 I thank thee for thy kindly council ; 
 Thou wilt be present, when to-morrow 
 The stranger in the hall of state 
 Shall speak before the great assembly?" 
 "If it please thee I shall be there." 
 Thus saying Lord Coquin departed, 
 With inward chafing at the thought 
 Of failure in his undertaking. 
 In musings thus unto himself: 
 " A simple folk, and unsuspecting ; 
 They are as children, ever pleased 
 At novelties and outward show : 
 But there s a point about these women, 
 They share in common with the sex, 
 Their artful wiles and bland deception. 
 
IDEALA. 47 
 
 Well would fair Auma fain disguise 
 Her interest in the stranger s fortune ; 
 But blind were I, could I not see 
 The motive that controls her heart. 
 Tis well for me, the Mahib s daughter 
 Sits in the temple of Shalah ; 
 Lest even she, more nobly gifted, 
 Of stronger mind, might fall a prey 
 To fickle passion s senseless ruling ; 
 And see in me (I own the truth, 
 For my gray hairs are past disguising) 
 A cold and time-worn man compared 
 With that adventurous, bold stripling. 
 Whose vigor and whose youth I own, 
 And handsome looks are in his favor. 
 But art and strategy are mine 
 And mine shall be the price I swear it !" 
 
 ii. 
 
 The morrow dawned. From far and near 
 Came people to the island city ; 
 For all had heard the stranger s fame 
 And of his marvelous arrival. 
 Within the spacious hall of state 
 The island chiefs were all assembled 
 O er whom the Mahib did preside. 
 Near by the entrance, loudly talking, 
 Stood Bios O Hare and Maripo, 
 Unmindful of the great occasion. 
 
48 IDEALA. 
 
 Unmindful of the surging throng 
 
 That grew from waiting much impatient. 
 
 "Ah, Mademoiselle Bios, bon jour, ma cher ! 
 
 By Solomon, you do look charming, 
 
 And find you time to see this show ? 
 
 My master says some tramp American 
 
 Would be the actor here to-day 
 
 Hear you, a fraud, a common fellow, 
 
 So says my master." The plage o yer 
 
 master ! 
 
 Ye are a pair o rogues, sais Oi ; 
 An ye, ye are a triflin fellow 
 A-makin light o gintlemen 
 That s worth a thousand o ye rascals. 
 Oi seen the lad, Oi hive, hear ye, 
 An he s a noble boy, God bless him 
 No more o yer insultin talk !" 
 Hre Maripo had time to answer, 
 Glad shouts were heard, "He comes, he 
 
 comes !" 
 
 When from the throng arose a murmur 
 Of approbation and relief. 
 Arrah, the city s chief, now entered, 
 And at his side a noble youth, 
 Advancing straight unto the Mahib, 
 Arrah his speech began : 
 
 " Hark ye, 
 
 O chiefs and people here assembled ! 
 No need have ye for empty words, 
 
IDEALA. 49 
 
 The cause ye know for this assembly. 
 Enough that I should briefly state 
 Th event that on that day did happen, 
 When this our stranger guest arrived : 
 The word was given for the races, 
 And orkas and impatient youths 
 Together flew with heedless motion 
 Towards their goal precipitate 
 When lo, from out the ocean rising, 
 An angry wave came mountain high, 
 And dashed upon the shore with fury, 
 Bngvlfing youths and orkas both ! 
 Behold ! amidst the storm most dreadful, 
 (And who e er saw such angry motion 
 Of all the elements before ?) 
 Amid the scenes and cries appalling, 
 There did we see this stranger youth 
 Give help and succor to the drowning ! 
 From whence he came, or what his name, 
 Himself shall tell the story." 
 
 in. 
 
 Then rose the youth 
 And spoke, the chief addressing : 
 "Great Mahib, friends and citizens, 
 I am o erwhelmed with gratitude, 
 Nor have I speech to give expressson 
 To the emotions of my heart. 
 Here do I stand, a lonely stranger, 
 
50 IDE ALA. 
 
 Cast by the sea upon your shores ; 
 I have but done my simple duty, 
 Wherefor I claim no special praise : 
 But strange my tale is of adventure, 
 And how I came a shipwreck here, 
 This presently I ll mention. 
 
 Twas noon ; 
 
 Calm was the sea, e en as you see it 
 Stretched out beneath this cloudless sky : 
 My ship lay on the placid waters, 
 As babe upon its mother s breast ; 
 The jolly crew mid song and pleasure 
 The lagging hours whiled away. 
 Nor had a thought or care of danger : 
 Secure our ship at anchor lay. 
 But like one roused from peaceful slumber, 
 With sudden rudeness, thus the cry, 
 Ahoy ! Ahoy ! Ahoy ! rang startling 
 Upon the ears of all the crew. 
 Behold, a cloud of sable blackness 
 Portentous rose, and spread o er all 
 The sky, by angry winds preceded ! 
 A sudden change of scene ensued 
 Each to his post the sailors hastened, 
 Obedient to their captain s call. 
 But gainst the elements rough warfare, 
 Man s works, his cunning and his art, 
 Are as poor toys crushed by some giant. 
 White-crested, high, against the walls 
 
IDEALA. 51 
 
 Ot that black sky, the sea came rolling, 
 
 Resistlessly, with deaf ning roar : 
 
 Sublimely grand in its mad fury, 
 
 Towards the trembling isle it came, 
 
 O erwhelming ships of many nations 
 
 In one chaotic, awful gulf! 
 
 Meseemed my ship was crushed and shattered, 
 
 More know I not, for darkness fell 
 
 Upon me and did cloud my senses. 
 
 Ah, never may I know the fate 
 
 Of those proud ships that lay at anchor 
 
 Within the bay of Samoa; 
 
 Nor of my own, my gallant mates, 
 
 The noble laddies of the Trenton, 
 
 That served with me beneath the flag, 
 
 The proudest, freest flag a-floating, 
 
 A symbol of the brave and free, 
 
 On every sea beneath the skies, 
 
 The Stars and Stripes, my country s flag: 
 
 IV. 
 
 " But strange the truth, more strange than 
 
 seeming, 
 
 That I should scape from that mad sea 
 And live, and here be mongst the living 
 >Tis passing strange tis wondrous strange ! 
 Much like a dream was my remembrance ; 
 Until my sluggish blood revived 
 And changed the compass of my reason. 
 
62 IDEALA. 
 
 When, clinging to an open boat 
 
 Frail remnant of the noble Trenton 
 
 I, sole survivor, found myself 
 
 Out on the vast and boundless ocean. 
 
 Above me shone the glorious stars, 
 
 Beneath, the sea seemed calmly sleeping ; 
 
 And I, twixt that immensity 
 
 Of sea and sky, was drifting, drifting 
 
 I, a lonely mortal drifting 
 
 In that sublime and awful stillness 
 
 Drifting I alone alcne ! 
 
 Enough ; speech fails me e en attempting 
 
 To give expression to the thoughts 
 
 Of such o erwhelming loneliness. 
 
 With the awakening day I noted 
 
 Great numbers of large sea fowls fly 
 
 Above me, bent in one direction 
 
 A ray of hope shot through my soul ; 
 
 But hunger came and thirst upon me. 
 
 And mad ning thoughts of wild despair ; 
 
 Ah, whither, whither am I drifting ? 
 
 Again, again, unanswered came ! 
 
 Amidst the screeching noise above me, 
 
 A dark ning cloud passed o er my senses, 
 
 And then the blackness of oblivion 
 
 Nor did I wake until I felt 
 
 Sharp, pinching pains upon my body. 
 
 I looked about me, when, behold ! 
 
 Fierce eyes I saw upon me glaring, 
 
IDE ALA. 53 
 
 With desperate effort then I clutched 
 
 And firmly held the feathered monster ; 
 
 I killed the bird and drank his blood, 
 
 And felt my waning strength reviving. 
 
 Thus did I live one change of moon ; 
 
 A gentle rain, too, having fallen ; 
 
 My boat rode lightly o er the sea, 
 
 For I had learned to use the power 
 
 Of those great birds to draw my boat 
 
 Myself the bait, I caught th ungainly 
 
 But useful birds an easy prey. 
 
 Nor was my reck ning falsely founded ; 
 
 For, if from adverse winds preserved, 
 
 I hoped to be conducted safely 
 
 By my strange guides to some near isle. 
 
 Thus in my heart, each changing hour, 
 
 Fair Hope dark Fear alternate rose. 
 
 But lo ! from southward darkly rising, 
 
 Storm heralds dread approaching came. 
 
 All hope had vanished my doom seemed 
 
 certain. 
 
 Now rose and fell and tossed the sea, 
 My frail craft as a toy upholding ; 
 Resigned I did commend my soul 
 To the high Power above disposing. 
 Meseetned I lay engulfed beneath 
 The raging sea, when how I know not, 
 Nor can I now believe it scarce 
 I heard the cries of human beings ; 
 
34 I DEAL A. 
 
 And then my feet touched solid earth ! 
 Around me men were struggling, drowning ; 
 I cut the cords that bound their arms, 
 Then to my shattered boat all clinging, 
 We safely reached the welcome shore. 
 Now here I stand, and crave your friendship, 
 I that am lost forevermore, 
 To loved ones, friends and kindred, 
 
 Alas, 
 
 A shipwreck cast upon your shore ! 
 This is my plain and simple story 
 Save, that I served my flag and country, 
 Holding an honored post of trust. 
 There s nothing more, kind friends, that I 
 Would care to add unto this story, 
 The simple story of Robert I^ane." 
 
CANTO Yl. 
 
 LORD COQUIN LEAVES THE CITY OF AMMIEL AND 
 WITH MARIPO VISITS REMOTE PARTS OF THE 
 ISLAND. 
 
 I. 
 
 Twas in the noon of day ; 
 The rays no longer fell so fiercely 
 Upon two horsemen as they rode 
 Along their way in meditation : 
 Kach had his thoughts, and silence seemed 
 Best comforter on this occasion. 
 Lord Coquin broke the spell at last : 
 " Ho, Maripo, seest yonder mountain, 
 Whose craggy peak is reared on high ? 
 "I do, by Solomon, I see it 
 But still, my stomach sees it not." 
 " I wish thine eyes were in thy stomach, 
 So thou couldst see its yawning depth ; 
 If thus thy appetite increases, 
 Thou soon wilt swallow all this isle." 
 " By Solomon, this is a stunner ; 
 My stomach thinks not so, my lord, 
 If Maripo must fast much longer 
 The isle will swallow Maripo ! 
 "So be it then, as thou wilt have it ; 
 
56 I DEAL A. 
 
 There is, so I myself perceive, 
 
 Substantial logic in thy folly. 
 
 And here, here is a pleasant spot, 
 
 Here let us rest until to-morrow, 
 
 Near these dark woods protecting shade ; 
 
 Drive up the ass with the provisions ; 
 
 Though yonder lies a village near, 
 
 Where we might meet with kind reception, 
 
 But as the night will be most fair, 
 
 We shall enjoy our out-door lodgings. 
 
 I will myself attend the steeds 
 
 Whilst thou a bill of fare preparest ; 
 
 And leave hast thou to do thyself 
 
 And thy capacious stomach justice." 
 
 No urging needed Maripo, 
 
 His native tastes were epicurean, 
 
 And proud he felt as chef cuisin. 
 
 With skillful hands he spread the luncheon; 
 
 Now all was ready, and he called 
 
 His master to the rustic board. 
 
 Awhile they ate in silence; when 
 
 Lord Coquin thus spoke to his servant : 
 
 " How now about thy stomach, sir, 
 
 Art satisfied and in good humor ? 
 
 There s something I would have thee know." 
 
 " Bien, my lord, and what s the humor? " 
 
 " Canst count the moons since we are come 
 
 A shipwrecked crew upon this isle ? 
 
 " I count the moons, my lord, say you ? 
 
IDEALA. 57 
 
 I count them daily upon my fingers 
 
 I count them now just eighteen moons 
 
 Mon Dieu, mon Dieu! and how much longer, 
 
 My lord, it seems near eighteen years ! " 
 
 " List, Maripo, to what I tell thee : 
 
 I m weary of this dull go-round, 
 
 Yon city could no longer hold me ; 
 
 The living ever cling to hope, 
 
 Without it life s not worth the living 
 
 Know st thou, we may yet find a way 
 
 To scape from this our exile prison." 
 
 " By Solomon, if this were true, 
 
 Then Maripo would fast with pleasure, 
 
 And dance upon his head for joy ! " 
 
 " Good ! Maripo, dosi thou remember 
 
 Yon snow-capped mountain that we saw 
 
 Far off, in all its golden splendor ? 
 
 Towards yon mountain, and beyond, 
 
 As far as we may journey safely, 
 
 vShall we proceed, until I find 
 
 The farthest limit of this island, 
 
 Perchance another isle, or more." 
 
 Then Maripo with much ex:itement : 
 
 " Monsieur, my lord, you go alone 
 
 By Solomon, no more adventures, 
 
 For Maripo hath quite enough. 
 
 No, no, my lord, I m quite contented 
 
 And then there s poor Miss Bios O Hare 
 
 And monsieur young American 
 
58 IDBALA. 
 
 No, no, my lord, I cannot go ! " 
 
 " Hark, Maripo, a word of council 
 
 I know thou lovest Miss Bios O Hare, 
 
 This is to me no longer secret 
 
 And thou shalt have her mark my speech, 
 
 For I am skilled in love affairs. 
 
 That she loves you, of that I m certain, 
 
 And in thy absence will she more 
 
 Be bound to you by sweet affection. 
 
 Tis woman s way to be perverse ; 
 
 For thy return will she be longing, 
 
 The while she thinks thee great and bold. 
 
 Then comest thou back crowned with new 
 
 laurels, 
 
 And with a tale of daring deeds, 
 Of conquests and of strange adventures ; 
 A hero will she see in thee 
 Thus play the game, and thou shalt win it." 
 li By Solomon, I ll go, my lord, 
 
 I will be great, I love adventure 
 
 But hark ! my lord, hear you not singing ? 
 
 By Solomon, I do, and there 
 
 Man Dieii ! a sober carnival ! " 
 
 " Why man, move back and hold thy tongue; 
 
 They come this way, it is a funeral ; 
 
 Thus do they carry here their dead 
 
 At night unto the funeral pyre 
 
 Move back, move back, they come this way! 
 
 II By Solomon, a funeral, sir ! 
 
IDEAIvA. 59 
 
 An evil omen this, my lord." 
 Low chanting and with lighted torches, 
 The mourners slowly passed along, 
 Unmindful all of these two strangers. 
 Nor had Lord Coquin more to say, 
 But to himself thus fell to musing : 
 " This is the end, the end of all- 
 Why should my thoughts thus turn diverting 
 At sight of such a common scene, 
 Upon this subject dark and gloomy ! 
 An evil omen bah, poor fool ; 
 A creature but of others wishes, 
 A tool but fashioned for my use, 
 A thing that lives but unto others, 
 A creature but of circumstance ! 
 To me there is no evil omen, 
 To me, who live and think and act, 
 And to my wishes and ambition 
 Make circumstances willing slaves ! 
 The world is filled with dupes and fools, 
 That, dog-like, follow but their master, 
 And at his bidding fawn or bark. 
 Enough that I should know the motive 
 And purpose of my own affairs 
 Let others be content at guessing 
 The while I execute my plans. 
 Now will they marvel and conjecture, 
 And wonder why I m gone and whence 
 But they shall be content at guessing. 
 
60 IDEALA. 
 
 One object have I, one alone, 
 
 And one full worthy ray endeavors 
 
 Ha, ha, tis well she sits secure 
 
 Behind the walls of Shalah s temple. 
 
 For twelve long moons will she be there, 
 
 In ministry unto her goddess, 
 
 The while on pain of death she shall 
 
 Behold the face of no man living ! 
 
 Ha, ha, a virtuous vow indeed ! 
 
 A vow, I own, quite in my favor; 
 
 Had I to frame this very creed, 
 
 Methinks I could not well improve it. 
 
 I love this proud and wayward lass 
 
 The more, because she seems to hate me ; 
 
 Not one of all the scores I conquered, 
 
 Seemed half as worthy of my pains 
 
 But she s a woman, and like others 
 
 Must have the weakness of her sex ; 
 
 And I/ord Coquin shall yet subdue her. 
 
 And as to that vain stripling boy, 
 
 He s but a common, ill-bred fellow ; 
 
 Yet there s a brave and noble look 
 
 Upon his face, I own but rashness, 
 
 If in my judgment I not err, 
 
 His rashness will be in my favor. 
 
 A hero dressed in common garb, 
 
 Soon will become a common object 
 
 Then will they see him as he is, 
 
 And by comparison I will profit. 
 
IDEALA. 61 
 
 An hundred chances, too, there are 
 
 He ll fall in love with Arrah s daughter 
 
 But love s a game of chance uncertain 
 
 Who wins may lose, who looses may win. 
 
 That he aroused, when first I saw him, 
 
 When yet his brain was fever racked, 
 
 At mention of those eyes majestic, 
 
 That fair, that noble queenly face ; 
 
 That he aroused a rankling hatred 
 
 Within my breast, I know, I feel. 
 
 Who else was it but Ideala, 
 
 Whom he beheld, though from the distance; 
 
 Yet twas enough to set his heart, 
 
 His fickle, fluttering heart afire. 
 
 And she, she too, so woman-like, 
 
 For ever by the new attracted, 
 
 Believed a god had come for certain ; 
 
 Her heart and soul were all excitement 
 
 Did I not see it, even I 
 
 Such things do not escape my vision. 
 
 Tis this and that, when put together, 
 
 Will shape the outcome of this play. 
 
 Whate er the end, one thing is certain, 
 
 I ll take no chances in this game. 
 
 On then, with boldness and with courage, 
 
 Ere twelve moons measure out their time, 
 
 Lord Coquin will return to conquer ! 
 
 Ah ! there, already comes the queen ! 
 
 How bright, how beautiful, and larger 
 
62 IDEALA. 
 
 Upon these southern isles she seems 
 
 Than in the northward latitudes ! 
 
 Ho, Maripo ! what s yonder fire? 
 
 Already sleeping lazy wretch 
 
 And dusky figures do I see 
 
 In circles slowly round it moving 
 
 And hark ! low singing do I hear 
 
 Ye gods, it is is a funeral pyre, 
 
 A ghastly and ill-humored theme 
 
 For one to go to sleep upon. 
 
 But tis our common end what difference, 
 
 If I do rot within the ground, 
 
 Be burned, or by the sea be swallowed, 
 
 Or whatsoever be the end 
 
 Beyond there is no further knowing. 
 
 Enough that I should know to live 
 
 And make my life be worth the living." 
 
 ii. 
 
 Dark is the night : 
 No star looks down upon the sea 
 That rolls and roars and raves and dashes 
 Its mighty waves against the cliffs, 
 As if to tear them down and bury 
 Their craggy heads beneath the foam. 
 But hark, amidst the storm, low moaning, 
 A human voice or hollow ghost 
 In plaintive tones complaining ! 
 " Jfon Dieii) mon Dieu. O Solomon ! 
 
IDEALA. 63 
 
 Poor Maripo is slowly dying 
 O wise one help poor Maripo ! 
 Then thus, another voice low speaking : 
 " Hold thou thy peace, I charge thee, fool, 
 If thou wouldst live, then be thou silent. 
 Lest thou awake this murderous crew 
 And fall a victim to their ire. 
 Spoke Lord Coquin, for well he knew 
 The nature of his savage captors, 
 Who, lying round about him, slept 
 The sound and heavy sleep of nature. 
 But reason hath poor Maripo, 
 This sleepless night for wailing ; 
 For there upon the ground they lay, 
 Poor Maripo beside his master 
 The captives of a barbarous gang. 
 The morning dawned upon them slowly ; 
 But even ere the sun appeared 
 Above the range of snow-capped mountains, 
 The natives rose and loosed the bands 
 With which the captives hands were pin 
 ioned. 
 
 A hasty meal offish and fowls, 
 Well roasted o er an open fire, 
 Was soon prepared, but Lord Coquin 
 And Maripo had little relish ; 
 For gloomy were their thoughts, and dark, 
 And hopeless seemed their fate impending. 
 Yet not a word escaped their lips, 
 
 UNIVERSITY 
 
04 IDEALA. 
 
 Since taken by those rough barbarians ; 
 Lord Coquin neither quailed, nor showed 
 A sign of fear, when in their presence, 
 But every look and action told 
 A captive he, though yet their master, 
 Therein, he knew, his safety lay. 
 Again their weary march pursuing, 
 Lord Coquin and poor Maripo 
 Walked silently between their captors, 
 Along a high and rocky cliff; 
 Now climbing slowly, now descending 
 With cautious step some deep ravine. 
 
 At last, 
 
 When high the sun had risen, 
 They stepped upon a sandy beach, 
 And here beheld an inland bay 
 Expand its shining flood serene. 
 While far beyond, veiled in the shadows 
 Of wooded shores, an isle appeared 
 Like some fair form upon a mirror. 
 Though wan from hunger and fatigue, 
 Yet did Lord Coquin give expression 
 Unto his thoughts, as he beheld 
 This scene of loveliness and beauty : 
 "Most wonderful, most wonderful ! " 
 " Bien my lord, I die of hunger," 
 Quoth Maripo, "by Solomon, 
 Where does this crew 7 intend to take us? " 
 " Yet hold thy peace, and fear no more, 
 
IDBALA. 65 
 
 Methinks there is no further danger ; 
 
 But even much advantage may 
 
 Yet come from this, our strange adventure." 
 
 "There, there, monsieur but see, but see 
 
 They come, they come, just see them rowing! 
 
 O Solomon, O Solomon ! 
 
 I ll be murdered, I ll be murdered!" 
 
 A look of pity and contempt 
 
 Lord Coquin gave his frightened servant, 
 
 Just as the leader of the crew 
 
 Did order them their boats to enter ; 
 
 Then swiftly o er the deep they sped, 
 
 And on the island s shore were landed. 
 
 in. 
 
 Albeit, 
 
 Where nature is most bountiful, 
 Man makes the least endeavor, 
 And living lives but to exist. 
 Thought Lord Coquin, when forth they led 
 
 him 
 
 And Maripo unto the chief 
 Of these uncouth and barbarous people. 
 Within his wretched hut there sat 
 The monarch of his realm, surrounded 
 By dusky braves and sundry chieftains. 
 Without, a gorgeous flora wafted 
 Its sweet perfume o er all the isle ; 
 Tall palms and festive clad asokas 
 
66 IDEALA. 
 
 Grew in luxurious splendor here. 
 Great fears came o er poor Maripo, 
 When he beheld the grim assembly; 
 For he believed his end had come, 
 No mercy saw he in their faces. 
 Yet there was still his treasure left 
 To cheer and give him inspiration ; 
 He brought it forth, and opened it, 
 And gan to read his favorite author. 
 At sight of this, there came upon 
 The court a sudden agitation ; 
 Some forward pressed, and others fled, 
 And all seemed filled with dread alarm; 
 But Maripo still kept on reading 
 A chapter from King Solomon. 
 Now brought they forth another prisoner, 
 One who belonged to Mahib s isle, 
 Thus he to Lord Coquin made answer : 
 "The king commands that ye depart, 
 He fears yon stranger s evil flower,* 
 And marvels much, not having seen 
 Upon his isle such as yourselves. 
 Were ye like me of Mahib s race, 
 Then would ye have to die to-morrow, 
 When prisoners from the Mahib s isle 
 Unto the gods are sacrificed. 
 Yet further counsel takes the king, 
 Until your fate shall be decided." 
 
 * Maripo s bible. 
 
IDEAIvA. 67 
 
 Now did Lord Coquin understand 
 The nature of his situation ; 
 Nor was he slow in making plans 
 /To scape from his barbarian captors. 
 " List, Maripo, if thou wouldst live, 
 In all things do as I command thee." 
 11 By Solomon, I ll do all that, 
 For I would live a little longer 
 Poor Mile. Bios twould break her heart 
 Monsieur I ll do as you command me." 
 I have no doubt of their intent ; 
 Thou seest how closely we are guarded ; 
 Force can avail us nothing here, 
 Tis strategy alone can save us." 
 
 IV. 
 
 Alas! 
 
 But little sleep the prisoners had, 
 When with its golden splendor 
 Upon them dawned the fateful day. 
 The orb had risen high already, 
 When from the king the message came, 
 Demanding that the prisoners be 
 Led forth according to his summons. 
 While on their way, Lord Coquin saw 
 Great agitation mongst the people ; 
 With every step their numbers grew, 
 Until a vast concourse accompanied 
 The prisoners on their dismal way. 
 
68 IDKALA. 
 
 Upon an open field they halted, 
 
 And here again they faced the king 
 
 And all his court of dusky chieftains. 
 
 Before them in the glaring sun 
 
 They saw a field of strange white flowers; 
 
 But soon lyord Coquin s eyes discerned 
 
 The nature of this vegetation 
 
 "They re human skulls," thus to himself, 
 
 " We re on the field of execution ; 
 
 These fiends would want to add more skulls 
 
 Unto this vast and shining pile." 
 
 Now drew the king his dusky soldiers 
 
 And stalwart warriors file by file" 
 
 Around him in a semi-circle ; 
 
 Their numbers were surprising great 
 
 To Maripo they seem ten thousand ! 
 
 The prisoners bound, stood face to face 
 
 Before the king and his advisers ; 
 
 A solemn scene it was indeed, 
 
 For Lord Coquin and his poor servant ; 
 
 To add unto the ghastliness, 
 
 Some priests in flowing robes attended 
 
 The sacrificial flame around. 
 
 Upon command, two prisoners fearless 
 
 And soldiers two, advanced within 
 
 An open space ; the prisoners freed, 
 
 A cudgel unto each was given, 
 
 The natives only weapon wielded 
 
 Another sign, and now the duel. 
 
IDEALA. 59 
 
 Set teeth, and eyes aglow aud fierce, 
 With cudgels raised, the conflict started 
 Amid the soldiers deafening shouts. 
 Thus even did these fierce barbarians 
 Give their poor victims one last chance. 
 Lord Coquin and his trembling servant 
 Saw, one by one, the victims fall, 
 And dragged upon the smoking altar ; 
 Two left now one poor Maripo 
 Despairing, upon his knees had fallen ; 
 But Lord Coquin defiant stood, 
 The clumsy cudgel he refuses, 
 And like a panther, keenly eyeing 
 The slightest motion of its prey, 
 He stood, his trusty sword extended 
 Before his puzzled savage foe. 
 Now backward backward stepped the 
 
 savage 
 
 With cringing motion, eyes aglow ; 
 His weapon with swift motion rose 
 But harmless fell beside the victim. 
 Then pressing closer, step by step 
 Quick as a flash, with motion studied, 
 Lord Coquin s sword straight to its mark 
 Passed through the body of his foeman. 
 
CANTO YII. 
 
 ROBERT LANE PROSPERS IN ARRAH S FRIEND 
 SHIP BECOMES ACQUAINTED WITH LIFE 
 ON THE ISLAND GENTLE AUMA S FRIEND 
 SHIP. 
 
 I. 
 
 "Peace, O friend ! 
 
 Leave now thy work, the day is done ; 
 Another sun will rise to-morrow ;" 
 Broke on the ear of Robert Lane 
 The soft, sweet voice of Auma speaking. 
 <l Meseems, I fear, thou hast of late 
 Been lonely here, O noble stranger ; 
 There s secret sorrow in thine eyes ; 
 This grieves me much, therefore have pity, 
 Confide thy heavy heart to me." 
 He ceased his work in Arrah s garden ; 
 For there before him stood the maid, 
 Who then his thoughts had been engaging, 
 Fair Auma, childlike, innocent, 
 Now leaning gainst a marble fountain, 
 Beside her placed a long-necked urn ; 
 Her large and lustrous eyes uplifted 
 Unto his own with quest ning glance. 
 Her rhythmic voice and gentle manners, 
 
IDEALA. 71 
 
 And symmetry of form and face, 
 Stamped her a maid of grace and beauty 
 Enhanced by robes of spotless white. 
 Though young in years, but eighteen sum 
 mers, 
 
 Her knowledge and her learning was, 
 Her speech, her manners and her action, 
 In excess of her youthful age. 
 She had been kind and much devoted, 
 And taught with free unselfish zeal 
 All that she knew about her people 
 To Robert Lane, her hero friend. 
 Much had he need of such a teacher, 
 Poor shipwreck cast upon the isle, 
 Both as to customs, speech, and manners, 
 And the deep language of the soul. 
 The hero thus the maiden answered : 
 
 Welcome, 
 Auma, gentle friend ! 
 Thou fairest of the island s daughters, 
 A guardian angel thou to me, 
 Dost ever cheer me by thy presence 
 And driv st the darkening clouds away. 
 Believe me not, fair friend, ungrateful, 
 Because of this, my pensive mood ; 
 Thyself, thy father, and thy people, 
 Have been more kind than I deserve ; 
 To compensate in fullest measure 
 The gratitude I feel within, 
 
72 IDEALA. 
 
 Vain were indeed all my endeavors, 
 The span of life alas too short 
 Wherein to show myself full worthy 
 The friendhip of thy noble kin." 
 Then, silent for a time, they wandered, 
 The hero and his fair young friend, 
 Within her father s lovely garden. 
 Then did he take her by the hand, 
 And with a look of deep emotion 
 Gazed long into her large dark eyes, 
 The soulful eyes of Arrah s daughter, 
 And pleading thus his speech began : 
 " Believe me not, sweet child, ungrateful, 
 When in capricious moments I, 
 Oblivious of aught else about me, 
 Go wand ring back into the past, 
 And there among old friends and kindred, 
 Among the scenes of happy days, 
 Do roam and dwell again in fancy 
 Aye for many a fond remembrance 
 Springs up, and draws me hence. 
 Alas, vain seem all aspirations, 
 When life s great purpose sinks beneath 
 The cruel sea of unattainment ! 
 All this revolves within my mind 
 Much like a dream to me in seeming, 
 That oft I pause, forgot in thought. 
 And yet, sweet Auma, mongst thy people, 
 I find a state, such as in fancy 
 
IDEALA. 7S 
 
 I had created in my mind 
 Yea, such as I had hoped and wished for 
 But deemed Utopian more than real." 
 " Albeit, how strangely thou dost speak ; 
 I scarce may ken thy meaning." 
 
 "Tis well, 
 
 Sweet Auma, for to know brings pain ; 
 Thus ever, when one wish is granted, 
 Come other wishes, other hopes, 
 That fill the hungry soul with longing. 
 No single act of mine assisted 
 This noble state here in creating; 
 Hence do I feel the more abased 
 In sharing that I have not earned." 
 "Enough, my hero is forgetting 
 That I am his instructor here ! 
 Away with all thy dreams and fancies; 
 Take life as thou dost find it, and 
 Enjoy the gifts of each sweet hour ; 
 Thus happy live, and free from care. 
 Thou hast in all things done thy duty, 
 What more vvouldst thou or any one 
 The morrow comes, live with the morrow, 
 Thus would I teach thee, noble friend, 
 The childish lesson of my life. 
 Thou speak st the truth, my kind instruc 
 tor," 
 
 Thus Robert Lane, while to his eyes 
 A moisture came that gave a token 
 
74 IDEALA. 
 
 Of gratitude within his heart ; 
 
 With almost reverent tenderness, 
 
 He kissed her calm and queenly brow. 
 
 " Mayst thou, sweet Auma, find me worthy 
 
 To be thy grateful friend indeed." 
 
 ii. 
 
 " Sweet daughter, thou hast well conducted 
 All the affairs placed in thy charge, 
 Arrah his daughter thus addressing; 
 And while he spoke fell from his eyes 
 A fond paternal look upon her. 
 " Nor hath thy mother s watchful care 
 Found aught wherein to blame her daughter, 
 Though now it be nigh on three moons, 
 Since I did leave upon the mission 
 Required by the laws of state. 
 Well pleased am I, my wife and daughter, 
 To find all things thus well attended. 
 But tell me, child, how fares our guest ? 
 How thinkst thou now of him, my daughter, 
 Hath he performed his duties well? " 
 Let mother speak of him, dear father, 
 Lest thou, forsooth, my speech misjudge." 
 " Tis well, tis well, leave now the answer, 
 I will myself see him ere long ; 
 And now, dear wife, and thou, my daughter, 
 I would be left unto my thoughts 
 Thus Arrah to himself fell musing : 
 
IDEALA. 75 
 
 " As time doth judge all things aright, 
 Though slowly oft to our seeming, 
 Man s qualities are brought to light, 
 His worth, his virtues, or his vices, 
 Before time s judgment bar must render 
 A true account in his behalf. 
 Now will I seek this youthful stranger, 
 And if in merit he hath grown, 
 Then shall he duly be rewarded." 
 
 in. 
 
 4< Me lad, God bless yer soul, good morniir !" 
 Thus greeting spoke Miss Bios O Hare 
 To Robert I^ane whom she was seeking. 
 " I heard yer master had come back. 
 For tis the Mahib wants to see him ; 
 Oi hev a messige for yer lord." 
 " My good Miss Hare, I will conduct you 
 To Arrah, who has just returned 
 But tell me, why have you been keeping 
 Yourself aloof these man} 7 weeks, 
 That I no chance have had to see you ? " 
 " Oh, bless yer soul, there s much to do 
 For me poor silf, since lassy s stayin 
 In that old church o yonder there 
 An 1 ye hev niver seen me mistress ? 
 Och, she s a darlin crature shure ; 
 Of course she cannot leave that temple 
 A foolish haithen custom, sir ; 
 
76 IDEALA. 
 
 An ivery day I be her messinger 
 
 An how she loikes to hear me talk 
 
 O 1 ye, the pretty darlin crature ; 
 
 An then she sighs, an looks so queer like, 
 
 An says how she would loike to see ye. 
 
 " I m pleased she still bears me remembrance, 
 
 For I too often think of her. 
 
 But listen, my good Bios O Hare, 
 
 There are some things about this people, 
 
 That may to you and me seem strange, 
 
 Yet to themselves they have a meaning 
 
 As have our customs and our manners 
 
 To us in our native land ; 
 
 And more, Miss Hare, there is a purpose 
 
 In much that I have learned and seen, 
 
 A purpose is, about this people, 
 
 That does not stand for idle show, 
 
 Nor vain and senseless ceremonies ; 
 
 But springing native from the heart 
 
 Does ever seek man s higher state 
 
 In whatsoe er they may be doing." 
 
 " Upon me soul, this is quite true, 
 
 Ye are indade a true American ; 
 
 The loikes o me can t understand 
 
 Sich talk but what Oi know, Oi know, sir, 
 
 An there s no use o argin this 
 
 Me mistress is a darlin crature 
 
 The loikes as niver lived afore ; 
 
 An if yer only could but see her, 
 
IDEALA. 
 
 Ye would jes love her, she s so good ! " 
 " My dear Miss Hare, no use in wishing, 
 Your mistress will yet some three moons 
 Remain in her secluded sanctum 
 But here, here s this, this you may give 
 To your sweet mistress, Ideala, 
 In token of my high esteem." 
 "Yer picture, sir, an shure its lovely ! 
 Upon me soul, its loike yerself 
 An shure I ll give it to me mistress." 
 
 IV. 
 
 Now was great Arrah fully rested, 
 
 And now once more resumed his round 
 
 Of daily duties in his mansion 
 
 And through the city as its chief. 
 
 A message here, and from the Mahib, 
 
 I must to him without delay." 
 
 Thus saying, Arrah left his chamber. 
 
 But hold, I will not go alone ; 
 
 The Mahib thinks well of the stranger, 
 
 He shall with me to Mahib s court." 
 
 Then order gave unto a servant : 
 
 " Bring thou to me yon stranger youth; 
 
 Bid him to come, Arrah commands it." 
 
 v. 
 
 The Mahib with his usual grace 
 Received Arrah and the young stranger. 
 
78 IDEALA. 
 
 11 Tell me, Arrah," the Mahib spoke, 
 " How fare the people o er the island ? 
 Are they well pleased with our rule ? 
 Are they enjoying full contentment ? 
 And how about our restless neighbors, 
 Have they invaded late our isle ? " 
 In answer thus Arrah replied : 
 
 "Great Mahib 
 
 I have learned while journeying 
 O er all the island far and wide, 
 (And well and fully did I question 
 The chiefs and people everywhere) 
 Of no misdeeds nor ill-contentment, 
 Though there s some plaint against our 
 
 neighbors ; 
 
 Save this, I found all prosperous peace. 
 The people do with cheerfulness 
 Perform their duties, heed our laws, 
 And praise the Mahib for his wisdom." 
 
 "Tis well, 
 Good Arrah, I rejoice 
 
 To hear from thee these gladsome tidings 
 And now, how fares your stranger guest, 
 Will my young lord be pleased to answer ? " 
 " Great Mahib, pardon my poor speech ; 
 A debtor I to you e ermore 
 And to good Arrah for your kindness." 
 Great Mahib, my petition hear : 
 The frost of years is falling heavy 
 
IDEALA. 79 
 
 Upon my head, as thou dost see ; 
 
 I feel life s winter is approaching, 
 
 And I must meet his stern command; 
 
 The gods decreed that I should die 
 
 Without a son as my successor 
 
 To share the burdens of my age. 
 
 Great Mahib, this our friend and stranger, 
 
 I deem a worthy youth, well tried 
 
 Most variously, and not found wanting ; 
 
 Therefore, I deem it meet, that he 
 
 Should be commissioned my lieutenant, 
 
 A slight reward for noble deeds 
 
 Such as this stranger friend hath rendered/ 
 
 VI. 
 
 "Oh ! 
 
 This ever present Past, 
 
 That turns my thoughts back to my country; 
 That leaves a secret hopeless longing, 
 A constant yearning of the soul, 
 That no degree of honor can, 
 Or station, mitigate or temper ! 
 Could I but hope, remotely hope, 
 To see again my own dear country, 
 And by one word or single act 
 Contribute to its many blessings, 
 Or from this, my experience, add 
 The smallest mite unto its progress ; 
 Then might this yearning pass away 
 
SO IDKALA. 
 
 And I live happy and contented. 
 
 But here comes Auma fair and sweet ; 
 
 I love her for her childlike manners, 
 
 And for her pure, unselfish heart 
 
 And yet, there s seeming contradiction 
 
 Twixt me and her perhaps tis fancy 
 
 But no the compass of my heart 
 
 Points clearly to my course of action. 
 
 Ah, here she comes, and singing too." 
 
 " Hail, stranger, hail, O friend and brother, 
 
 Lieutenant to great Arrah, hail ! 
 
 These flowers here, so sweet and fragrant, 
 
 Accept from thy most humble friend." 
 
 " O Auma, kind and gentle maiden ! 
 
 Though pure these sweet and fragrant flowers, 
 
 Thy heart is yet more pure than these 
 
 And fairer than the fairest flower 
 
 Art thou, my sweet and gentle friend." 
 
 VII. 
 
 And hast, my dear lieutenant, fully 
 Informed thyself upon this point? " 
 " Most noble Arrah, thus they told me : 
 Two strangers passed beyond the mountains, 
 Bach on a steed was mounted, and 
 An ass did carry their provisions. 
 No other person followed them ; 
 Though nigh eight moons have run their 
 courses, 
 
" Away with all thy dreams and fancies, 
 Take life as thou dost find it, and 
 Knjoy the gifts of each sweet hour." 
 
IDE ALA. 81 
 
 No tidings from them have been heard ; 
 
 And from the rumors that are current, 
 
 Tis feared, the Rhajabs* captured them. 
 
 All this, and other information, 
 
 Would indicate to me, my lord, 
 
 These were Lord Coquin and his servant." 
 
 " My dear lieutenant, much I fear, 
 
 There s truth in these ill-omened rumors, 
 
 Lord Coquin and his servant should 
 
 Have since returned unto the city ; 
 
 Lose now no time, but instant send 
 
 In search of them a well-manned party : 
 
 Instruct them as thou deemest best. 
 
 Well pleased am I with thy good service, 
 
 And much relief I find withal ; 
 
 Yet study patience and forbearance, 
 
 With wisdom coupled thou wilt learn 
 
 To do full justice to thy office." 
 
 "My noble Arrah, light the work, 
 
 And fall of pleasure are my duties, 
 
 Where all men aim and strive to do 
 
 Unto each other fullest justice. 
 
 Much have I wondered and conjectured, 
 
 That here upon this isle remote 
 
 A state I find of perfect pattern, 
 
 Such as I oft within my mind 
 
 In fancy to nry seeming founded ; 
 
 Vatne of serai-barbarians that captured Lord Coquin and. 
 Maripo. 
 
82 IDEALA. 
 
 There s much that I would know and learn, 
 If thou wilt give me leave to question." 
 
 Tis meet thou shouldst be well informed 
 Upon the history of my people." 
 " My native land, I own with pride, 
 Is one that gives unto its people 
 Full liberty and equal rights ; 
 There honest work and right endeavor 
 Find their reward in every sphere ; 
 There great men rise from humble stations 
 To highest honors of the state, 
 Where floats the flag of perfect freedom 
 O er vast domains from sea to sea ! 
 In all the arts of peace, my country 
 Among the nations leads them all ; 
 It is the land, the home of freemen 
 The legacy of blood and tears, 
 Cemented by the bonds of union 
 Into one common brotherhood." 
 To whom Arrah with thoughtful speech : 
 " If I not err, my dear lieutenant, 
 Then is thy country much like this, 
 Though still imperfect, yet expanding 
 In breadth and scope towards a plane 
 Where all men may live in contentment." 
 " My dear Arrah, in part tis true ; 
 And yet, I note there is some difference, 
 Some difference aye, twixt here and there, 
 As sunshine is to Hesper s beams. 
 
IDE ALA. 83 
 
 In artful and inventive thought, 
 In enterprises vast, gigantic, 
 And in their boldness, push, and skill, 
 And in their daring execution, 
 They stand superiors in the world. 
 Misjudge not, kind Arrah, my meaning 
 They lack the greatest boon on earth 
 The boon of self-contentment. 
 
 Alas! 
 
 They strive and push and toil and scheme 
 For wealthiness with madd niiig fury, 
 As if the world nought else could yield, 
 And yielding which bring joy forever 
 In their great eagerness they grasp 
 The husk, and throw the fruit away. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Arrah had listened with attention, 
 
 When thus he spoke with thoughtful speech : 
 
 " My dear lieutenant, 
 There s much that thou hast said 
 That fills me with amazement, 
 And gives me cause for deep reflection. 
 What thou hast seen and learned since thou 
 Hast come upon this isle, lieutenant ; 
 The people and the state, and all, 
 All thou dost know of our laws, 
 Is writ and graven deep in hist ry 
 Of blood and tears, and changeful times 
 
84 IDEALA. 
 
 Through many long and struggling ages. 
 
 Slowly the wheel of progress turns ; 
 
 Laborious is its every motion, 
 
 Until upon its upward course 
 
 A broader level is attained. 
 
 All thou hast told me of thy people 
 
 Meseems I fully comprehend ; 
 
 For here, here too, the same conditions 
 
 Among our people once prevailed; 
 
 A grasping, greedy, selfish course 
 
 Their sole endeavor and ambition, 
 
 That knew no limit save in death. 
 
 But I have learned to judge more kindly, 
 
 And view those things in reason s light. 
 
 Man has to rise from his estate 
 
 Of savage darkness, step by step, 
 
 And groping, plodding, find his bearings 
 
 Unto the light of brighter days. 
 
 Thus, as man s vision grows expanding, 
 
 Four epochs mark his upward course : 
 
 First, savagery through many ages ; 
 
 Then superstition s baleful reign ; 
 
 And then, alas, the heartless struggle 
 
 Of self for self against each other ; 
 
 And last, the Brotherhood of Man. 
 
 This state my people now have entered ; 
 
 For they have long since learned this truth: 
 
 Life is at best a fleeting journey, 
 
 And every wand re r high or low 
 
IDEALA. 85 
 
 Must leave it poor, as he began it. 
 
 Thus whatsoever he would gain 
 
 Of worth intrinsic and enduring, 
 
 Not wealth nor power him can 3 T ield, 
 
 But acts that shall make others happy, 
 
 Works that by slow degrees shall build 
 
 The temple of true Brotherhood. 
 
 Besides the life that each is living, 
 
 There s yet another life within, 
 
 That soars to higher flights of vision ; 
 
 That reaches far beyond the pale 
 
 Of human ken and vain ambition ; 
 
 That seeks alone supernal light ; 
 
 That hopes with Hope unwrit , unspoken ; 
 
 That clings to Love forever young ; 
 
 That knows life is no vain experience 
 
 It is the life, the life Ideal, 
 
 The life that thrills betimes each being, 
 
 And stirs the soul with God-like thoughts ! 
 
 As through the ages long and dreary, 
 
 Man, walking in his darksome paths, 
 
 Beholds at last the plain of knowledge ; 
 
 Tis then he learns to know more fully 
 
 All that pertains to his estate. 
 
 Grieve not, therefore, my dear lieutenant, 
 
 The seasons have their time prescribed, 
 
 And man s affairs are ever changing 
 
 A cause for all that none may change ; 
 
 The storm once o er, a calm will follow, 
 
86 IDHALA. 
 
 And then a brighter day will dawn 
 For thy great country and thy people. 
 Though ended had Arrah his speach, 
 When Robert Lane, yet meditating, 
 Sat silent, as if listening still ; 
 Then, with a look of deep reflection, 
 To Arrah thus these words addressed : 
 * Great Arrah, thou indeed hast spoken 
 The words of wisdom and of truth ; 
 My soul with hope renewed is kindled, 
 And life assumes a brighter hue." 
 
CAHTO VIII. 
 
 ROBERT LANE BECOMES ACQUAINTED WITH 
 IDEALA LOVE S CAPRICE LORD COQUIN S 
 RETURN AUMA S BITTERNESS HER IN 
 TERVIEW WITH LORD COQUIN. 
 
 I. 
 
 Again 
 
 The Mahib s palace opened 
 Its doors unto a joyous throng ; 
 Fair Ideala left triumphant 
 The ancient temple of Shallah, 
 And re-united with her father, 
 Her young friends, gath ring far and near, 
 With greetings came, and floral off rings, 
 And many rare and precious gifts. 
 Upon a dais garlanded, 
 Surrounded by her lovely friends, 
 Sat Ideala, fairest daughter 
 Of all the daughters of fiidolon. 
 Sweet Auma, too, stood there beside her, 
 Her lustrous eyes now and again 
 Wand ring about for some one absent ; 
 When, see! the blush tints on her cheeks 
 Grew deeper, and her eyes more bright, 
 
IDEAI.A. 
 
 As bending to fair Ideala, 
 She whispered, " There the hero comes !" 
 The city s chief and his lieutenant 
 Within the high arched entrance stood ; 
 Arrah himself his friend conducting 
 ( Whilst every one stepped back a pace) 
 Unto the Mahib s gracious daughter, 
 And with a salaam grave and deep, 
 The hero to the maid presented. 
 This moment every eye was turned 
 Upon the two, as if a power 
 Unseen, celestial, were present. 
 How noble and how godlike he ! 
 His deep blue eyes as if enchanted, 
 While his sealed lips no speech could find. 
 A moment thus stood he, then meeting 
 Her eyes, it seemed as if two stars 
 Had met, their ambient rays uniting. 
 He laid his gift of flowers, and then 
 From out the folds of his white toga, 
 He drew another, one that he 
 Above all else did prize and value ; 
 It was his watch, by him received 
 While in the service of his country 
 In token of some noble deed. 
 This too he laid before the maiden, 
 Who with a gracious smile extended 
 Her hand, a mark of great esteem : 
 This, as the custom did demand it. 
 
IDEAL. \. 89 
 
 The hero kissed with reverence deep 
 Thus did he meet fair Ideala. 
 
 ii. 
 
 Like prisoner, freed from some dark dungeon, 
 Again beholds the light of day, 
 Delights again to freely wander 
 Through forest, meadow, hill and plain : 
 Enjoys again to see the flowers 
 Greet meekly his enraptured sight: 
 Thus Ideala, blithe and happy 
 Walked through her garden late this eve. 
 Her heart was filled with strange emotions, 
 Such as she ne er had felt before : 
 Twas happiness beyond her measure 
 With sadness tinged, she knew not why 
 Her heart should beat with such commotion. 
 Unless howbeit, her crimson cheeks 
 Could not deny the story unless 
 And yet her heart would fain concede it 
 For twas of him, she had been dreaming. 
 E er since she saw him on that day 
 Come like a god upon the billows 
 Of that mad sea one year ago. 
 Again, how noble seemed his presence, 
 When late she met him face to face. 
 She paused, she listened for his footsteps: 
 Ah, will he come ah, will he come 
 How long the hours seem, how slowly 
 
yO IDEALA. 
 
 The Mother of the Night does rise." 
 Now standing iieath a cassia s blossoms, 
 She looked toward the rising orb, 
 Absorbed in thought, when footsteps coming 
 Awoke her from her reverie. 
 " My Ideala !" thus the hero, 
 Then took the maiden s hands and looked 
 In silence into her dark eyes. 
 " I have been waiting for thee, brother, 
 How long the time seemed till thy coming, 
 Methought this hour had lost its motion ; 
 Now do I thank thee for thy presence." 
 
 "Ideala! 
 
 Thine eyes so true, so pure, 
 Reveal the soul that dwells within thee. 
 O matchless queen! O maid enchanting 1 
 If I within thy heart have found 
 One single thought, then am I happy." 
 
 in. 
 
 The power of love at last had conquered - 
 The heart and soul of Robert Lane. 
 What long had been but idle dreaming, 
 What long had seemed mere fantasy, 
 Now did he know and feel within him, 
 That he did love with all his soul ; 
 That he did love a perfect being, 
 The ideal of his fondest dreams. 
 Long did they wander in the garden, 
 
IDEALA. 91 
 
 The lovers two, forgot in thought ; 
 
 For silence is the language when 
 
 The soul with soul holds sweet communion. 
 
 How lovely is this night how fair ! 
 
 The very stars, the moon, seem brighter, 
 
 And all the isle a paradise. 
 
 Now do I thank my guiding star 
 
 That I was cast upon these shores ; 
 
 Here would I dwell with thee forever, 
 
 My star, my love, my Ideala ! 
 
 For when I saw thee on that day, 
 
 Twas but a glance, yet twas sufficient ; 
 
 Thy very eyes went to my soul, 
 
 There to remain a living image 
 
 Of my ideal forevermore. 
 
 But not one word, sweet, hast thou spoken, 
 
 That thou dost love me, Ideala ; 
 
 Why art thou silent, speak, oh speak ! 
 
 " Be calm, 
 
 I charge thee, O my brother ; 
 Thou canst be happy wouldst thou more ? 
 Thou shalt yet learn subdue thy passions 
 Time is forever thine and mine ; 
 Then wilt thou learn, then only, 
 The value of true happiness. 
 Seest yonder orb, how pure, how lovely 
 She sails beyond the silent sea ! 
 Much hast thou told me strange and beau 
 tiful, 
 
92 IDEALA. 
 
 Of other people, other lands, 
 That fills my childish heart with wonder ; 
 Now would I have thou too shouldst learn 
 From me a simple story : 
 
 Yon orb 
 
 Is called the Mother of the Night ; 
 The sun, as thou dost know, is father 
 Of light, and all that is created. 
 There was a time, so wise men say, 
 When o er this isle, though fair and lovely, 
 The savage beasts alone did roam. 
 The Mother of the Night, beholding, 
 Wept tears of pity and regret, 
 And thus the Lord of Day addressed : 
 Thou hast made all things beautiful, 
 Yet wherefore, father, didst thou make them, 
 Wherefore this fair, this sylvan isle ? 
 These beasts and birds know not their maker,- 
 And him that praise could give unto thee 
 Thou didst omit, the perfect being, 
 The noblest creature didst not make. 
 The Lord of Da} at last in pity, 
 Did grant the queenly mother s prayer. 
 Behold, spake he, I will create them ! 
 Thy tears, into Lethena fallen, 
 Shall bring forth fruit, when thou again 
 Dost rise, fair Queen, behold thy children. 
 Then rose the Lord of Day on high, 
 And with his golden wand did touch 
 
IDEALA. 93 
 
 The sacred waters of Lethena, 
 
 Into whose crystal flood had fallen 
 
 The mother s sad and piteous tears. 
 
 Therefrom arose two beauteous beings 
 
 Endowed with souls, that knew their maker, 
 
 Who thus became the ancestors 
 
 Of all the people of this isle. 
 
 Tis said, so runs this ancient legend, 
 
 Lethena is a sacred lake 
 
 ByTasmin s* crystal waters fed, 
 
 Whose source lies in Nirvana ; f 
 
 And Devachan* those may enjoy 
 
 That in Lethena s waters bathe. 
 
 But, born of tears, this heritage 
 
 Shall ever cling unto our race. 
 
 Oft have I wondered since I know thee, 
 
 If this inheritance be shared 
 
 By thine own race and people ? 
 
 My sweetest Ideala : 
 
 How strange 
 
 That thou shouldst ask this question ; 
 
 My people 
 
 Indeed are heirs to sorrow, yea, 
 Far more than thou couldst dream of Ideala. 
 But why this question, dearest ? 
 Enough that we this blissful hour 
 Be happy in each other s love." 
 
 * A stream in Paradise. 
 t Heaven a state of perfect peace. 
 
 t A felicitous state after death, when all that the soul craved 
 for in life is granted. 
 
94 IDEALA. 
 
 Aye, even thus ; yet swift and transient 
 
 Like yonder clouds these hours fly ; 
 
 And knowing darker days will follow, 
 
 This knowledge then should make us stronger 
 
 To bear the future s fated burden. 
 
 Ah brother, I would have thee know 
 
 More of this story and its lesson. 
 
 As melts the dew drop on the grass 
 
 To find anon its place somewhere, 
 
 Yon passing clouds, these trees, these flowers, 
 
 All teach this simple lesson, aye ! 
 
 Canst thou discern, yea, thou dost surely, 
 
 For thou art wise, and thou hast faith 
 
 Thus do they teach in Shalah s temple. 
 
 Though born of tears, the Lord of Day 
 
 Forever just and merciful, 
 
 Vouchsafed the state of blessed Nirvana 
 
 Unto the children of this isle. 
 
 And thou, thou too, my god-like brother, 
 
 Thou dost inherit his estate." 
 
 May heaven grant me understanding, 
 
 Sweet Ideala, that I may 
 
 Divine the meaning of thy speech, 
 
 And that I ever may be worthy 
 
 Thy counsel and companionship. 
 
 Accept, sweet maid, my all, my being, 
 
 A suppliant before thy feet 
 
 Hush, say no more; good night my brother; 
 Time is forever thine and mine." 
 
IDEALA. 95 
 
 IV. 
 
 Upon the river s placid waters, 
 That round the city winds its course, 
 A lively scene of sport and pleasure 
 Amongst the people could be seen. 
 How fair, how balmy, and how dreamlike, 
 A summer s day upon this isle ? 
 How redolent from myriad blossoms, 
 From fruit, and scented groves of palms, 
 Almost unto intoxication 
 The breath of zephyr fills the air ! 
 An hundred pleasure boats disported 
 With pliant oar or flying sail, 
 O er the smooth waters of the stream ; 
 While laughter, song, and merry-making, 
 And gladsome voices everywhere 
 From shore to shore resound. 
 
 v. 
 
 But see ! 
 
 Yon swan-shaped boat is slowly drifting 
 With idle oars adown the stream ; 
 Nor song, nor laughter issuing 
 From the quiet occupants within. 
 A soft, sweet voice now breaks the silence, 
 Two dreamful eyes uplifted to 
 The pensive youth who sat beside her : 
 " My noble brother, why art thou 
 
96 , IDE ALA. 
 
 In melancholy thought abstracted, 
 When all the world about thee thrills 
 With laughter and with merry-making ? 
 In ill accord seem st thou ; and yet, 
 Withal, I know there are such moments, 
 When deep within the soul alone, 
 Communion and self contemplation 
 Can find no words, no form of speech, 
 To give the throbbing heart expression . 
 The speaker ceased; but list ning still, 
 The youth sat there as if enchanted ; 
 Even as one, who, list ning to 
 Some song, some melody entrancing 
 Still lists, when the last notes are fled, 
 With mute attention, till applause 
 Or sympathy can find expression. 
 Now did he lift his head, and bending 
 Toward the speaker, all his face, 
 His eyes, with deep emotion glowing, 
 His fair companion thus addressed : 
 " Had I to ask of God one blessing, 
 One only favor, and no more ; 
 And this one blessing being granted, 
 The one for all eternity ; 
 It would be this, the only blessing 
 That I would crave, and this alone : 
 That I might thus forever listen 
 Unto the sweetest, dearest voice, 
 And thus forever look with wonder 
 
IDEALA. 97 
 
 Into thy deep enchanting eyes ; 
 
 Why not these too, as stars are shining 
 
 With radiant glory in the skies ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 "Judge not thus rashly, O my brother ; 
 Though every day may bring its joy 
 Not every joy succeeds another ; 
 The pleasures of the yesterday 
 May mourn some grief to-morrow. 
 
 None knows 
 
 But hoping ever wings the soul 
 Its circling flight from flower to flower, 
 Like the fantastic butterfly 
 Sipping the sweets from every chalice." 
 " O Ideala, fair and good, 
 Thou speak st as sage hath never spoken ; 
 Grant I may add one single thought 
 That now my heart would crave expression : 
 How lonely would this fair \vorld be, 
 With all its sweet and lovely flowers, 
 Were there one only butterfly 
 To wing about the nectar sipping ? 
 Grant, Ideala, that I too 
 May join thee in thy flights supernal ; 
 May join my heart my soul with thine. 
 Knowst thou, O fairest Ideala, 
 If ever human soul hath loved 
 With all the passion, hope, and fire 
 
98 IDBALA. 
 
 That human soul may hope to love, 
 
 Thus I, I love thee, Ideala !" 
 
 Ah brother, I scarce comprehend 
 
 The meaning of thy speech, though truly 
 
 I deem thee noble and sincere 
 
 But hark ! but listen ! some commotion 
 
 Within the city do I hear 
 
 Grant that the dreaded dark-eyed stranger 
 
 May not already be returned." 
 
 VII. 
 
 Auma, sweet child of lighter mood, 
 Taking all life s affairs and changes, 
 Light-hearted as the warbling lark, 
 Prepare ! Alas, a storm is breaking ! 
 Lest it shall break thy heart, poor child, 
 Aye, break thy heart for love is cruel, 
 And first sweet love to lose forbear 
 What bitter, bitter sorrow ! 
 
 Auma, 
 
 Locked close within her own apartments, 
 Thus gave expression to her grief : 
 Alas ! now I do know this feeling 
 That thrills betimes my very soul ; 
 That sends the hot blood coursing, rushing 
 Through all my veins tumultuously; 
 That makes my heart beat fast and faster, 
 And fills my thoughts with strange delight ! 
 Tis ever thus when I am near him, 
 
IDEALA. 99 
 
 And thus when e er I hear his speech 
 
 Tis he, tis he, my hero-stranger, 
 
 "Tis he I love Tis he alone ! 
 
 But oh, my heart, why thus rebellious, 
 
 Wherefore dost give me all this pain ? 
 
 Thou hast ne er thus with grief oppressed me 
 
 At thought of him, as thou dost now 
 
 But then, O gods ! have I not seen him 
 
 With Ideala yesterday ! 
 
 And thou, my heart, dost tell me truly 
 
 He loves her and he loves not me. 
 
 His speech, tis true, ne er gave me token, 
 
 Therefore my heart must be content 
 
 To love him, though he love another." 
 
 VIII. 
 
 With cymbals and with sounding drum, 
 
 I^ord Coquin and his servant entered 
 
 The city with some fifty youths, 
 
 That Robert Lane, Arrah s lieutenant, 
 
 Had sent towards the snowy range 
 
 In search of the long-missing strangers. 
 
 Twas this that Ideala heard ; 
 
 That filled her soul with dim forebodings- 
 
 Whereat she ceased her speech and fell 
 
 Into a mood of meditation , 
 
 A dreamlike, listless reverie. 
 
 In vain did Robert Lane endeavor 
 
 With cheering words to rouse his love ; 
 
100 IDEALA. 
 
 She only begged that he conduct her 
 Straight to her home, the Mahib s court. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Lord Coquin s long, mysterious absence 
 
 Was still the topic of the day ; 
 
 For soon the wand ring news had traveled 
 
 The rounds of every house and cot ; 
 
 And people wondered and demanded 
 
 That he before the Mahib tell 
 
 The story of his strange adventures. 
 
 Nor was the happy Maripo 
 
 Less anxious than his lord and master 
 
 For this great day, that unto each 
 
 Should bring the hoped for recognition. 
 
 x. 
 
 A happy day indeed it was 
 
 For Maripo, who had found favor 
 
 Within the eyes of Bios O Hare. 
 
 For she did listen to his story 
 
 With marked attention, yea with pride ; 
 
 Of deeds heroic and adventures ; 
 
 Of his great coolness, prowess, and 
 
 Great valor, and escape from dangers, 
 
 Yea tortures, and horrible deaths ! 
 
 "I faith, ye are indade a hero, 
 
 Sich as Oi m plased to hear and see, 
 
 An bless me soul, i faith, Oi wonder 
 
 There s left a bit o ye at all !" 
 
IDEALA. 101 
 
 XI. 
 
 <% Mademoiselle Auma, please, me lady, 
 Me master, Lord Coquin, did send me; 
 He would be pleased to see me lady 
 Upon some business of import." 
 " Go tell thy master I send greetings, 
 And ready wait his coming hither," 
 Auma the ready answer gave 
 To Maripo, Lord Coquin s servant. 
 " This little man seems very strange, 
 But yet more strange to me his master 
 There s something in his very nature 
 Beyond my simple understanding ; 
 Though father thinks well of this man, 
 To me he s vile, repugnant. 
 
 What mission, 
 
 Forsooth, directs him hither? 
 I scarce can guess his aim or purpose ! 
 But here he comes how proud he looks !" 
 " Ah, fair and gentle friend, sweet Auma, 
 Accept my thanks for kindly welcome ! 
 To thee my first steps are directed, 
 To learn what may have passed, perchance, 
 Since I went forth upon my journey. 
 How fares it with the stranger lord, 
 The young lieutenant, Robert Lane? 
 Methinks, if right I am at guessing, 
 Hath he not won sweet Auma s heart ? 
 Fear not, sweet maid, so bold a question, 
 
102 IDEALA. 
 
 But answer make thy honest friend." 
 "Lord Coquin, pray, is this the burden, 
 The object of this mission ? 
 
 "Aye- 
 There may be more, my gentle maiden." 
 Then will I frankly tell thee, sir, 
 The young lieutenant loves my friend, 
 And is of her beloved again." 
 " But is this only to thy seeming, 
 Or hast thou proof of what thou sayest ? 
 " Had I no proof, I should not say it ; 
 But yesterday my ears received 
 Convincing proof of this my statement." 
 "But here but here what s this, sweet 
 
 Aunia 
 
 How come you by this photograph ?" 
 " A simple chance twas Ideala s ; 
 She showed it me, and here forgot it ; 
 Twas give to her by Bios O Hare, 
 While yet a queen in Shalah s temple." 
 
 XII. 
 
 Lord Coquin sat within his chamber, 
 Absorbed in moody thoughts, alone, 
 When from the Mahib came the summons 
 By special messenger conveyed, 
 That he, Lord Coquin, was expected 
 To tell the people and the chiefs 
 The story of his strange adventures, 
 
IDEALA. 103 
 
 Whilst journey ing mongst the savage tribes. 
 
 With firm and haughty step he entered, 
 
 Conducted by the city s chief, 
 
 And Robert Lane, his young lieutenant. 
 
 Around the Mahib sat the chiefs ; 
 
 And the great hall was thronged and crowded 
 
 With an expectant multitude. 
 
 Lord Coquin, bowing to the Mahib, 
 
 His speech began with firm, deep voice. 
 
 His journey first told, then his capture. 
 
 And how, upon the sanguine field, 
 
 The victims, by the savage chieftain, 
 
 Were sacrificed unto the gods. 
 
 " My turn, and that of my poor servant, 
 
 Soon came," Lord Coquin spoke ; then drew 
 
 His trusty sword to show more fully 
 
 How r he did wield it in the strife. 
 
 " Unused to such poor seeming weapons, 
 
 My adversaries, one by one, 
 
 Fell dead upon the field of contest. 
 
 Nerved for the fray, I held my ground, 
 
 And not until three score had fallen, 
 
 Did they indulge a moment s truce. 
 
 Then, quickly turning to my servant, 
 
 By secret art, known but to me, 
 
 I set in flames his withered flower;* 
 
 Which, snatching, I thrust in my mouth, 
 
 And from the smoke and flames and fire, 
 
 : Maripo s bible. 
 
104 IDEALA. 
 
 I then drew forth a silken cord ; 
 Which, winding round my servant, I 
 By word mysterious did command : 
 When lo ! a serpent did uncoil, 
 Of monstrous length and. shining colors, 
 Which, straight towards the Rhajabs chief, 
 With hissing sound its fork extended ; 
 Whereat, the soldiers, chiefs, and priests, 
 In headlong flight the field deserted, 
 Leaving us the victors of the day. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 " Now could we wander at our pleasure, 
 
 In safety o er the Rhajabs isle ; 
 
 The which w r e did, and for a purpose. 
 
 Already had I seen and learned, 
 
 That these uncouth and savage Rhajabs 
 
 Were enemies to this fair isle : 
 
 And now, e en now 7 , there is some danger, 
 
 O noble Mahab and ye chiefs, 
 
 There s danger that this savage people, 
 
 Unguarded, may invade 3 7 our realm ! " 
 
 Lord Coquin now his speech concluded, 
 
 Did, from the Mahib and the chiefs, 
 
 Receive spontaneous gratulations, 
 
 And demonstrations of esteem, 
 
 From all the people round about him. 
 
CANTO IX. 
 
 THE INTERVIEW WITH LORD COQUIX ROBERT 
 LANE S ANGER NEWS OF THE INVASION 
 THE PARTING HOUR THE DREAM THE 
 VICTORS RETURN LORD COQUIX S STORY 
 OF THE BATTLE. 
 
 I. 
 
 "Peace! 
 
 I ve summoned thee, Lieutenant," 
 Thus Arrah spoke to Robert Lane, 
 " To counsel with thee o er some matter 
 Of grave import unto the state. 
 Whilst I have neither cause nor reason. 
 To doubt Lord Coquin s story, or 
 Impugn his motive or his purpose ; 
 Yet am I not in full accord 
 Within myself concerning him, 
 Or his adventures, or his stories, 
 Or threatened danger from our neighbors. 
 Yet do I deem it best, that we 
 With Lord Coquin confer in person, 
 In order that he may explain 
 More fully the true situation." 
 Thus Robert Lane : 
 Good Arrah , thou 
 
106 IDEALA. 
 
 Need but command me in this matter ; 
 For thou know st best all that concerns 
 The state, whilst I could be but guessing, 
 What wisdom and experience have 
 In thee adjusted and perfected." 
 
 ii. 
 
 "Monsieur, my Lord Coquin, beg pardon; 
 The chief and the American 
 Have come to see Monsieur my master. 
 " Go, Maripo, bring thou my sword, 
 Then tell them they may enter. 
 
 Tis well," 
 
 Thus to himself, " I guessed aright, 
 Tis well tis well my plans are working 
 I have not risked my life in vain, 
 Nor vainly urged into sedition 
 And deadly hatred and revenge, 
 That savage crew beyond the mountains 
 As slips a mouse into a trap, 
 Shall my fine fellow thus be baited. 
 Ah, noble Arrah, welcome here, 
 And welcome too, Arrah s lieutenant." 
 
 in. 
 
 " Peace and good health to thee, my brother! 
 We ve come upon some errand that 
 Concerns the state and all my people ; 
 Tell me, good brother, all thou knowest 
 
IDEAIvA. 107 
 
 About the Rhajabs base intentions." 
 " Tis well, tis well, my good Arrah ; 
 Accept first my sincere expressions 
 Of lasting gratitude, for thy 
 Most gracious favors and attention, 
 For timely succor and relief. 
 What I have learned from observation, 
 While on the Rhajabs distant isle, 
 L,eads me to draw the firm conclusion 
 That they some mischief have in view ; 
 And what is more, they re well recruited, 
 And cunning, e en as they are fierce. 
 Methinks their object is for plunder, 
 And prisoners for the sacrifice." 
 (< My brother, what wouldst thou advise, 
 What plans, what steps to take, what 
 
 measures, 
 
 To thwart the Rhahjabs bold designs ? " 
 " My noble Arrah, if suggestion 
 Can be of service, then would I 
 Advise the borders to be guarded ; 
 And forthwith drill and organize 
 A force sufficient to be ready 
 Upon alarm to crush the foe. 
 I will myself, with thy lieutenant, 
 Provided he s 110 craven heart, 
 Take part in this, thy expedition." 
 Quick as a flash, the hot blood rose 
 Into the face of Robert Lane ; 
 
108 IDEALA. 
 
 But Arrah rising, he repressed 
 The burning fire within his bosom. 
 My friend and brother, thanks I give 
 To thee for thy advice and counsel ; 
 Come, my lieutenant, let us make 
 Arrangements for the expedition." 
 
 IV. 
 
 With energy and skill and tact, 
 Arrah s lieutenant had completed 
 All details and arrangements for 
 The expedition to the mountains, 
 Which he himself was to command. 
 " Now will I," thus unto himself, 
 To Lord Coquin ; he shall not suffer 
 To go unpunished for his taunt, 
 His insolence in Arrah s presence. 
 That he should hate me, I can scarce 
 Perceive a valid cause or reason, 
 Unless tis envy or perchance 
 But no, I will not groundless foster 
 A jealous thought within my breast." 
 
 v. 
 
 " Monsieur, my Lord, tis the lieutenant. 5> 
 "Ah, tis well, tis well you ve come ; 
 My dear lieutenant, how s your master? 
 And his fair daughter, eh, how s she? 
 And how your military tactics ? 
 
IDEAIvA. 109 
 
 4i Lord Coquin, 3*011 need not be worried 
 
 Concerning these or my affairs ; 
 
 My business here is to inform you 
 
 That all is ready for the start, 
 
 And you, by Arrah, are commanded 
 
 To lead the forces in reserve. 
 
 If you re a gentleman or soldier, 
 
 Now ere we start, I challenge you 
 
 To stand upon the field of honor, 
 
 Or own that you re the craven heart ; 
 
 This is my business with you now." 
 
 "Ha ha, ha ha, my dear lieutenant, 
 
 Let not your angry passions rise 
 
 Be not too hasty ; spare your feelings 
 
 The state could ill afford to lose 
 
 Your services, my good lieutenant 
 
 First to the war, and when tis over, 
 
 And neither slain by other foes, 
 
 Then am I, mark you, at your service. 
 
 But first, pray, \vhat degree or station, 
 
 What noble family claims your name ? 
 
 For I would deem it most abasing 
 
 To measure swords with common fellows ! " 
 
 Now to his feet sprang Robert Lane, 
 
 His eyes with indignation burning ; 
 
 Quick as a flash he drew his sword 
 
 11 Take this," he cried, but Lord Coquin J s 
 
 Quick eye the blow anticipating, 
 
 With counter motion parried well 
 
110 
 
 The threat ning steel of the lieutenant. 
 
 " Enough," spoke Lord Coquin, " enough; 
 
 I own you are a gentleman . 
 
 14 And more," thus Robert Lane retorted, 
 
 <4 I served beneath the Stars and Stripes; 
 
 I am and proudly do I own it 
 One of its sovereign citizens; 
 No other title do I boast 
 
 Save that I bear an honest name ! " 
 
 VI. 
 
 The soft still night had wrapped her mantle 
 Of pearly stars o er sea and isle. 
 No sound was heard, save the deep breathing 
 Of ocean s heavy lab ring breast; 
 When suddenly, the stillness breaking, 
 The great drum in a martial strain, 
 With e er increasing sound of thunder, 
 Did startle Nature from her sleep. 
 
 II To arms ! to arms ! " the herald shouted, 
 And soon the quiet city woke 
 
 Into a life of animation. 
 
 The Mahib, Arrah, and the chiefs, 
 
 And Robert Lane the young lieutenant, 
 
 The heralds messages received : 
 
 " The Rhajabs have been seen advancing 
 
 In great force through the mountain pass." 
 
 Thus Arrah read one herald s message. 
 
 Do not delay, but send at once 
 
IDEALA. HI 
 
 The needed troops to our assistance. 
 Send all reserves without delay; 
 The Rhajabs swarm the mountain passes. 
 These are the tidings," Arrah spoke ; 
 Then to his young lieutenant turning : 
 
 How soon canst thou proceed to march 
 With haste, and yet in perfect order ? " 
 Ere yet the Lord of Day doth greet 
 The brazen tower of Shalah s temple, 
 Shall all the troops in order leave 
 Toward the destined field of battle ; 
 I do commend myself to thee, 
 And to the Mahib and the elders." 
 To whom the several voices thus : 
 The sun, personified here, invoked, to lend: 
 
 his good influence. 
 
 May Ra* protect the brave lieutenant !" 
 May fortune smile upon thy brow ! 
 " Mayst thou return with vict ry crowned !" 
 
 VII. 
 
 One only star with radiant lustre, 
 Bright Venus, lovely Queen of Morn, 
 Hung trembling o er the gray horizon,. 
 As if she feared the throbbing sea 
 That darkly lay beneath her path. 
 One pair of eyes, all sad and thoughtful, 
 Gazed through the silence of the night, 
 
 * The sun personified here invoked to lend his good influence. 
 
112 IDE ALA. 
 
 At yon bright star in dreamful musings, 
 As if in sweet companionship. 
 How like a fairy, how enchanting, 
 She looked in her white flowing robes, 
 Beneath the vines of sweet dendrobium 
 That clust ring hung from stately palms! 
 The whidahs, startled, left their perches ; 
 A pet gazelle looked shyly round 
 At the unusual vision. 
 
 This is the hour ! 
 Bright star, soon will thy journey 
 Take thee beyond yon dark deep sea 
 But though obscured and sunk from view, 
 Thou dost arise with new-born splendor ! 
 Oh could my heart thus hope to rise 
 From this dark hour of love s first sorrow! 
 Ah, will he come alas, 
 Impatient grows my heart and lonely." 
 
 Scarce said, 
 
 The hero s form appeared, 
 And to his bosom pressed the maiden : 
 <( My own, my only Ideal a ! 
 Hast thou, oh dearest, long been waiting ? 
 A god should this thy pain requite ! 
 O blissful hour alloyed with sorrow ; 
 My love, my own, my Ideala ! 
 Scarce have I anchored in Love s haven. 
 When I again must leave his port, 
 To sail upon life s changeful sea 
 
IDEALA 113 
 
 The hour is come my Ideala ; 
 
 I must depart as I m commanded 
 
 Yet shall our hearts not be divided 
 
 Farewell farewell, sweet Ideala ! " 
 
 Yea fare thee well ! Though there may 
 
 come 
 
 Deep sorrow to thy heart and mine 
 I know it, oh my brother-lover, 
 There s sorrow will come o er us both 
 But as yon star will rise to-morrow, 
 Our plighted faith shall shine anon 
 More brightly in love s promised skies." 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Twas passed one moon since Robert L,ane 
 
 Had started for the field of conflict ; 
 
 When Ideala, hearing naught 
 
 Of tidings from her absent lover, 
 
 To Auma hied, her bosom friend. 
 
 " Peace be with thee, O Auma, sister ! " 
 
 Then looking deep into her eyes : 
 
 " Alas, thou too dost grieve, my sister; 
 
 Thine eyes some sorrow do betray 
 
 Hast thou too from some lover parted ? 
 
 Oh tell me, Auma, hast thou yet 
 
 No tidings from the seat of war ? 
 
 " None yet, my dearest Ideala." 
 
 Then smiling faintly in disguise: 
 
 " Oh dearest, mine is but the sorrow 
 
114 IDEALA. 
 
 Of sympathy for other hearts 
 
 A passing cloud, sweet Ideala. 
 
 No, no, I have no absent lover, 
 
 For I m not loved, dear Ideala." 
 
 "And yet thou too dost love him, Auma, 
 
 I know tis true, tis writ within; 
 
 Thou lovest him, Auma, e en as I : 
 
 And who s the maid that could not love him, 
 
 For he s a noble man indeed ! 
 
 Oh, calm thy heart and love him, Auma, 
 
 For pure sweet love loves not in vain, 
 
 The Alsi sijil* will record it, 
 
 And thine, thine shall be devachan. f 
 
 But why dost bend thy head in silence? 
 
 Hast thou no answer for thy friend ? " 
 
 " No answer have I, Ideala." 
 
 " Then list, my child; for I did dream 
 
 An evil dream that bodes me ill, 
 
 And ill, I fear, unto my lover : 
 
 Within a quiet forest glade, 
 
 An antelope and mate were browsing 
 
 Upon the sweetest morsels that 
 
 A plenteous forest offered freely ; 
 
 It was a sweet and pleasing sight. 
 
 Alas ! as if by sudden magic, 
 
 E en as I looked, my eyes beheld 
 
 A crouching panther spring upon them, 
 
 * Recording angel. 
 
 t A felicitous state ofter death when all that the soul craved for 
 in life, is granted. 
 
His murderous teeth deep in their flesh 
 And in their vitals tearing 
 
 When lo ! 
 
 An ambushed huntsman, but too late, 
 An arrow sent upon its errand, 
 That pierced the murderous panther s heart. 
 But hark ! but hark ! what mean these blasts?" 
 The soldiers from the field returning ? 
 
 IX. 
 
 Once more the great drums wildly rang, 
 
 And everywhere the people gathered 
 
 To hear the heralds cry the news : 
 
 1 They come ! they come ! the war is over ; 
 
 The victors come, the day is ours ; 
 
 Long live Coquin, the conquering hero ! " 
 
 Nor had the people long to wait, 
 
 To greet the soldiers now returning : 
 
 But Lord Coquin, on his black steed, 
 
 Not Robert Lane, the young lieutenant, 
 
 Rode at the head of all the troops. 
 
 x. 
 
 Lord Coquin s deeds of valor spread 
 
 Throughout the city and the island, 
 
 And every tongue his praises sang, 
 
 Save three; these in their hearts condemned 
 
 The hero as a traitor base. 
 
 These were the sorrowing Ideala, 
 
116 IDEALA 
 
 The gentle Auma, and Bios O Hare. 
 Once more within the Mahib s palace, 
 A festive throng was gathered round, 
 To hear Lord Coquin tell the story 
 Of conquest and heroic deeds- 
 
 XI. 
 
 Lord Coquin, with his usual pomp, 
 Before the Mahib told this story : 
 "The troops, by the lieutenant placed 
 In line of battle, were awaiting 
 The Rhajabs from the mountain pass ; 
 A forest deep our rear protected, 
 And long the causeway, where the foe 
 Would pass, twas deemed to gain an 
 
 entrance ; 
 
 There with my force I lay in wait 
 To intercept the advancing foe. 
 But great was our surprise, at seeing 
 The enemy turn and defile 
 To northward in a move strategic. 
 The young lieutenant, seeing thus 
 His plans frustrated and outwitted, 
 Gave the command for an attack, 
 Leading himself the soldiers onward. 
 It was a brave and gallant charge ; 
 But. unaccustomed to such warfare, 
 The bold lieutenant and his men 
 Were driven back into the forest, 
 
IDEALA 117 
 
 And sorely pressed, when with my forces 
 
 I hastened unto their relief. 
 
 Methinks it was in this fierce struggle, 
 
 The brave lieutenant wounded fell. 
 
 Soon was the tide of battle turning ; 
 
 The Rhajabs routed, took to flight, 
 
 And in dismay and in confusion, 
 
 Made for their mountain s safe retreat. 
 
 Though long pursuing them, we captured 
 
 But few of the retreating foe; 
 
 Their hiding in the wild surroundings 
 
 Made difficult pursuit and chase. 
 
 Returning to the field of battle, 
 
 Our long and patient search did fail, 
 
 To find among the dead or wounded 
 
 The body of my servant, or 
 
 That of the valiant young lieutenant. 
 
 I grieve their loss, and all the more, 
 
 Because these savage Rhajabs offer 
 
 Their fallen foes unto the flames." 
 
 His speech concluded, thus the Mahib 
 
 These words to Lord Coquin addressed : 
 
 ;< The state decrees to thee, my Lord, 
 
 For the great service thou hast rendered, 
 
 The high degree of Astaba, 
 
 Whereby thou art henceforth admitted 
 
 To all the counsels of the state." 
 
 " Long live Lord Coquin ! M voices shouted 
 
 From everywhere thoughout the hall. 
 
CAHTO X. 
 
 IDEALA S SORROW FATHER AND DAUGHTER 
 
 LORD COQUIN S PLOT ROBERT LANE AND 
 MARIPO THE TRIAL. 
 
 I. 
 
 Who e er has loved 
 
 With lyove s first passion deep, enduring, 
 And buried lyove s sweet hope for aye ! 
 Who e er has loved, and stood beside 
 The still, white form of his dead love, 
 May know the silent grief of griefs, 
 The voiceless, tearless pang, 
 The hopeless void, the deep despair 
 That naught on earth can mitigate ! 
 
 Ideala, 
 
 Though conscious by prevision 
 A fateful issue of her love ; 
 Though knowing love by sorrow tempered, 
 Exalted grows and fairer still 
 Alas, poor heart ! unused to sorrow, 
 How keen thy pain, how deep thy grief ! 
 The dawn just broke, when Love s fair morn 
 With threatening clouds grew dark. 
 He dead ! 
 No, no," thus to herself consoling; 
 
IDEALA 119 
 
 " It cannot be, he is not dead 
 
 It cannot be he must be living 
 
 My heart tells me he is not dead ! 
 
 There is some plan meseems, some plotting, 
 
 By envy fostered, that would keep 
 
 My hero from me and the city. 
 
 My dearest, hast good cheer for me ? " 
 
 Her maid, Miss Bios O Hare addressing. 
 
 " Och darlin , no, Oi ve only come, 
 
 Because yer father wants to see ye." 
 
 * I thank thee, Shining Face ; hast yet 
 
 No tidings from thy own lost lover ? 
 
 " No, darlin , no ; it breaks me heart 
 
 To think they re makin roast beef of him." 
 
 ii. 
 
 " My daughter, I am pained to see 
 Thee thus consumed with silent sorrow ; 
 Much have I hoped that time would heal 
 The wound inflicted by war s chances. 
 My daughter, thou must learn to live 
 Compliant with life s various ways ; 
 Leave the bygone unto the past, 
 And live to-day, and for the morrow." 
 " My father, thou dost wrongly judge ; 
 I loved but once, and loved most truly, 
 With all the passion of my heart ; 
 With all my soul, with all my being, 
 The idol of mv first love s dream. 
 
1:20 IDE A LA 
 
 And he, he too, my love returning, 
 Loves me with that sweet holy love 
 That neither time nor earth nor heaven, 
 May blight or sever or expunge ! 
 " List Ideala, I, thy father, 
 Would know thee happy, for thou knowest 
 Thy joys are mine, and mine thy sorrows. 
 Now have the weighty years bowed down 
 My head as with a heavy burden, 
 And I must tell thee, frankly too, 
 Of something that concerns me deeply : 
 Thou knowst the Lord Coquin is now 
 A hero honored, and his station 
 Ranks him an equal with our chiefs ; 
 And he doth love thee, thus he tells me, 
 And for his consort asked thy hand." 
 "And I, dear father, I do hate him 
 His heart is cold, and black his soul 
 And Ideala, I, thy daughter, 
 Can never be his bride ! " 
 
 III. 
 
 " How now ! 
 
 Tis well, my pretty bird, tis well, 
 I soon will have thee in my power ; 
 Tis well I learned this barbarous speech ; 
 Tis well I learned from these old volumes 
 The silly laws and customs hard, 
 That I, by evidence convincing, 
 
IDEAIvA. 1 
 
 May bring this haughty maid to terms. 
 A photograph, ha ha, I have it ! 
 How little dreamed that youthful ape 
 That this, his photograph, would help me 
 To crush his own sweet lady love. 
 Ah, here they come now to this business. 
 My friends and brothers, peace with you ; 
 This is indeed a grievous hour 
 That calls your council here to-day. 
 I m pained to lay before your honors 
 The evidence of broken vows, 
 And all the more, because it threatens 
 The daughter of our highest chief ; 
 But who will want to own obedience 
 To church or state, when tis found out 
 That, in the highest ranks, vile treason 
 Is practiced and our laws defiled ! " 
 Lord Coquin these are heavy words 
 Deserving of investigation ; 
 Let s know the cause of thy complaint." 
 
 IV. 
 
 " My friends and brothers, list and learn : 
 When the fair daughter of the Mahib 
 In Shalah s temple reigned a Queen, 
 Twas then her sacred vow was broken. " 
 When several elders thus, amazed : 
 "A grave and awful charge, O brother," 
 * Here is the evidence ; my lords, 
 
122 
 
 Know ye this likeness ? Tis the shadow 
 
 Of Robert Lane the young lieutenant ; 
 
 Though but a shadow, yet the face 
 
 Of him is real as life itself. 
 
 This did she have while in the temple, 
 
 And oft beheld it with her eyes; 
 
 Her maid, the Shining Face, did take it 
 
 Unto her mistress in the temple ; 
 
 And I, from Auma, her dear friend, 
 
 Obtained it but few suns ago." 
 
 v. 
 
 In a forest dark and gloomy, 
 There stands the huntsman s lowly hut; 
 No voice is heard save the low sighing 
 Of evening breezes in the trees ; 
 The light of day, though slowly fading, 
 Yet had the huntsman not returned. 
 But list ! within the hut, low voices 
 The awful stillness almost startle ! 
 Upon his couch of ferns and rushes, 
 Lay Robert Lane, Arrah s lieutenant, 
 Emaciated, pale, and wan, 
 His noble features seeming older 
 Beneath the mask of his dark beard ; 
 While, bending o er him, Maripo 
 With anxious care his patient tended. 
 "Thanks, Maripo, this cooling draught 
 Allays my racking, burning fever, 
 
IDEALA. 123 
 
 And brings the wand ring senses back 
 Within the compass of my reason. 
 I m stronger, Maripo, I m stronger 
 And now, my dear good Maripo, 
 Do tell me all, the whole sad story, 
 Of how I came unto this place 
 Oh how I dreamed, and dreamed ! but 
 
 dreaming, 
 
 Yes, only dreaming, saw my love, 
 My goddess, my lost Ideala ! " 
 
 VI. 
 
 Monsieur lieutenant, I will tell; 
 But first, Monsieur lieutenant, promise 
 Not to betray me, nor to use 
 Me as a witness gainst his lordship, 
 My former master, Lord Coquin ; 
 For he is bad and bold and scheming, 
 And he would kill me, he would kill 
 O Solomon ! and that, Monsieur, 
 Would break my darling s heart. 
 
 Now listen : 
 For I, I Maripo saw all, 
 
 Solomon! I m bold and daring, 
 And when Monsieur lieutenant made 
 That charge against the savage Rhajabs, 
 
 1 hid behind a friendly tree 
 
 To watch the cunning foe the better 
 Twas then, man dieu, twas then, 
 
124 IDEALA 
 
 That Lord Coquin, my former master, 
 Rode up; when all the savage crew 
 Did turn upon Monsieur lieutenant 
 As if by pre-appointment ah 
 But in your ear this must I whisper 
 He did not lift one hand to save 
 Monsieur lieutenant from his foes 
 Then, as the field of battle changed, 
 I, quickly on my shoulders bearing, 
 Did carry Monsieur to a place 
 Of safety here in this deep forest ; 
 Twas then I met the huntsman, who 
 By chance appeared, and who did take 
 Monsieur lieutenant to his hut." 
 " Ah, Maripo, an honest fellow ! 
 Give me thy hand, an honest hand, 
 And let me press it with deep feelings 
 Of gratitude and fellowship. 
 Fear not the vengeance of thy master, 
 He shall not have a chance to hurt 
 One single hair upon thy head." 
 
 VII. 
 
 The very heavens seem to darken 
 With cloudy vengeance on this day, 
 That brought upon the Island City 
 The deepest sorrow of the age. 
 The people stood in groups assembled, 
 And talked in solemn tones and low, 
 
IDEALA. 125 
 
 And looked despairing at each other, 
 And shook their heads, and said no more. 
 All seemed to feel the fate impending; 
 All seemed to know the awful doom 
 That the harsh sentence of the judges 
 Would bring upon their idol Queen. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 The judges in the hall of justice, 
 Old Ageram, the chiefs and scribes, 
 All looked with eyes stern and command 
 ing 
 
 Upon Lord Coquin, who did bring 
 The awful charge against the daughter 
 Of their beloved chief. 
 
 He showed 
 
 In evidence the hero s picture, 
 And held it up that each might view 
 The image to his satisfaction ; 
 Then with loud voice he thus proclaimed : 
 This is the likeness, noble judges, 
 The face that your beloved Queen 
 Did look upon while in the temple 
 And here, these are my witnesses, 
 Fair Auma and the Shining Face, 
 Let these, I pray, tell their own story." 
 " What hast thou, Shining Face, to say ? 
 Thus Ageram now spoke commanding. 
 " Yer honor, what Oi hev to say 
 
126 IDEAIvA. 
 
 Is only this that man s a villain, 
 
 A lying villain and a knave 
 
 Oi took the picture to me mistress ; 
 
 An what o that, a picture, sir, 
 
 Is not a man, so help me Mary 
 
 An all the saints, what s wrong o that ? " 
 
 " But thou didst take it to the temple, 
 
 And saw st thy mistress look upon 
 
 The face upon the picture ? " 
 
 Indade ! 
 
 An sure, yer honor, so ye say 
 I faith it is a purty picture." 
 Fair Auma, what hast thou to say, 
 What is thy knowledge of this matter ? " 
 " Most noble judge, I m pained and grieved 
 That I should thus be called to answer 
 This question, that may compromise 
 The honor of fair Ideala, 
 My dear, my sweet, beloved friend. 
 Alas ! her heart is pure and blameless, 
 Not guilty of one single act 
 Against the law or inner conscience. 
 Tis but the play of circumstance, 
 That Ideala left the image 
 With me, and yon Coquin obtained it. 
 More know I not, but that I deem 
 The whole, a base malicious slander." 
 
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 IX. 
 
 Now every eye was turned upon 
 Fair Ideala, when the question 
 Was put to her by Ageram : 
 " Hast thou, O daughter of the Mahib, 
 Heard the grave charges Lord Coquin 
 Hath made against thee ? Answer ! 
 
 I have, 
 Most noble Ageram. " 
 
 "Didst thou, 
 
 While yet a queen in Shalah s temple, 
 Didst look upon the stranger s face, 
 His image here upon this tablet ? " 
 " I did, most noble Ageram." 
 " And didst thou know twas wrong and 
 
 sinful?" 
 
 " I did not, noble Ageram." 
 " And hast thou, Ideala, more 
 To offer in thine own defense?" 
 " Not I, most noble Ageram." 
 Fair Ideala thus had spoken 
 With dignity that knows no fear ; 
 With voice born of the truth within ; 
 With look that did defy the slander ; 
 With heart that feared no consequence. 
 Now rose Arrah, the city s chief, 
 And with impassioned voice commanded : 
 Grant me, O judges, my petition, 
 Ere ye decide upon this case ; 
 
128 IDEALA. 
 
 Grant me a little time, O judges, 
 Bre ye condemn this noble maid, 
 Ere ye condemn the Mahib s daughter, 
 Kre ye condemn a Virgin Queen ! 
 Grant me a little time, O judges, 
 For I do crave some words of counsel. 
 I am not here unbid, to argue 
 On points abstruse and obsolete, 
 For I m not skilled in legal lore. 
 Of what avail can be the questions 
 Of bygone days long since forgot ; 
 Tis dangerous ground to tread upon. 
 Assume our fathers ways were perfect, 
 Why then not blindly follow them ? 
 Assume they erred, how can we safely 
 Be guided by their laws and counsel ? 
 Tis here the living ye would judge 
 Condemn her ! aye, condemn her, 
 If thus the holy books decree ; 
 If thus our fathers did of old ; 
 If in your hearts ye are quite certain, 
 The gods have writ those holy laws ; 
 If error proof were our fathers 
 Or ye, or I, forsooth, as much ! 
 But on the evidence presented, 
 I cannot hold this maiden guilty; 
 Nor is there precedent whereby 
 Ye justly may condemn her. 
 
 Therefore, 
 
IDEALA. 129 
 
 Just judges, if this maiden s sinning 
 Is writ in scrolls of ancient lore, 
 Damn ye the laws, and save the sinner ; 
 For she is blameless of intent, 
 No guilty thought dwells in her bosom- 
 Though Lord Coqnin hath served the state, 
 Methinks he now doth serve the devil ! 
 Look, honest judges, upon her 
 And upon him, who stands accusing 
 The Mahib s daughter Idea la ! 
 Which one is the transgressor, which 
 The guilty one ? I ask forsooth. 
 Consider well the sentence judges, 
 She is my friend, I will defend her ; 
 Her virtues and her life count more 
 Than all the tomes of musty lore. 
 
 x. 
 
 Old Ageram, the Island s prophet, 
 
 With solemn voice commanded peace : 
 
 " Hark ye, O Mahib, chiefs and elders ! 
 
 Tis writ in holy laws and old 
 
 And laws are stern, and know no persons ; 
 
 They are the bulwark of our land; 
 
 By wise men made, by our fathers, 
 
 The faithful guardians of our people. 
 
 And we, believing in the Wise, 
 
 The Great, the Just, the Unknown Deity, 
 
 Whose symbol is the sacred sun, 
 
130 IDEALA 
 
 Do dedicate within our temple. 
 
 Each changing year, with solemn rites, 
 
 The purest of all earthly creatures, 
 
 A VIRGIN, to our unseen God ! 
 
 And this, our Virgin Queen, to foster 
 
 The purest thoughts within her heart, 
 
 Shall see the face of no man living, 
 
 While ministering unto our God. 
 
 And yet herself hath here confessed it 
 
 The Mahib s daughter looked upon 
 
 The face of man while in the temple ; 
 
 Wherefore, our sacred laws impose 
 
 The penalty of death. 
 
 Thus I, 
 Your prophet Ageram, have spoken. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Now, with a searching look, did Autna 
 
 Gaze long into the prophet s face ; 
 
 And then from one unto the other 
 
 Of all the elders and the chiefs ; 
 
 On neither face was mercy written; 
 
 The sentence was unanimous. 
 
 Now did she turn to Ideala ; 
 
 Her calm, her proud, her queenly bearing, 
 
 No sign of fear or woe betrayed ; 
 
 When Auma s heart, with pity melting, 
 
 Surrendered all forfeited all 
 
 The selfish thoughts within her bosom : 
 
IDEALA. 13] 
 
 Her heart, with all a martyr s fire, 
 Dissolved in pity to her friend. 
 For there, unmoved, stood Ideala, 
 Save when she cast a pitying look 
 Upon her poor heart-broken father, 
 Who found no words or tears to give 
 Expression to his crushing sorrow. 
 An awful stillness fell upon 
 The whole assembly, when fair Aurna 
 Expression gave to her resolve : 
 " I too will die with Ideala ! 
 Stern judges, if the laws demand 
 That she should die, me too condemn, 
 That I may die with my loved friend ! " 
 
CANTO XI. 
 
 LORD COQUIN S DESIGN THE FAREWELL THE 
 JUDGMENT THE FATAL ROCK LORD CO- 
 QUIN S DEATH ROBERT LANE S RE-APPEAR 
 ANCE. 
 
 I. 
 
 " Tis well, tis well yet not so well, 
 
 For here s the point to be considered, 
 
 The unexpected in this case ; 
 
 That Auma thus should stand against me, 
 
 And like a silly thing, should want 
 
 To play the roll of ancient Damon, 
 
 Surpasses all my understanding. 
 
 The chance is desperate e en with one 
 
 What with the other clinging to her ! 
 
 But I have set my mind to this, 
 
 Though hazardous and doubtful business ; 
 
 And if there s virtue in my wits, 
 
 Now will I have my prize or never ! " 
 
 Thus L/ord Coquin unto himself, 
 
 As he arose that fateful morn. 
 
 TT. 
 
 Oh day of sorrow! oh day of woe ! 
 That, melting every heart with pity, 
 
IDEALA. 133 
 
 Did bring upon fair Eidolon 
 A sorrow never known before. 
 Though it is told by gray haired sires, 
 Who from their fathers learned the story, 
 That once it happened in their lives, 
 A Virgin Queen was thus found guilty, 
 But rescued by her faithful lover, 
 Was borne triumphant through the flood. 
 
 in. 
 
 The Mahib did refuse all comfort ; 
 Bowed down with grief he sat alone : 
 M So swift hath fate hurled this deep sorrow, 
 That yet I scarce believe it true. 
 My precious child, my own loved daughter, 
 Have I deserved such cruel fate ! 
 And yet, and yet, my own sweet darling, 
 Thou art not guilt}* of this crime ; 
 Thy heart is yet as pure as ever 
 My darling oh my child my child ! 
 But hark! she comes, I know her footsteps. 
 Before her father, like an angel, 
 E en as a goddess fair, there stood 
 Sweet Ideala, sad and thoughtful ; 
 Behind her faithful Auma stood, 
 At reverend distance, inly weeping. 
 O father ! grieve not at this hour ; 
 Let all thy manly pride and courage 
 Uphold thee, as becomes thy station. 
 
134 IDEALA 
 
 Grieve not, O father ! for I go 
 
 With cheerful steps to meet serenely, 
 
 The fate decreed by Om* for me. 
 
 Thou know st I m guilty of no sinning ; 
 
 Yet do our laws demand that I 
 
 Should thus atone a seeming error. 
 
 And thou wouldst have me do no less. 
 
 Therefore, with sense of strict obedience, 
 
 I bow before our sacred laws. 
 
 I m come to ask a father s blessing, 
 
 And my sweet friend, dear Auma, too ; 
 
 Give this, it is the only favor, 
 
 The last on earth I ask of thee. 
 
 Thou know st, death has for me no terrors ; 
 
 Tis but the stepping stone beyond. 
 
 Dear father, I shall still be near thee, 
 
 And wait thy coming in Nirvana. 
 
 Yea, more ! couldst thou behold with sorrow 
 
 Such friendship, such undying love, 
 
 As here, dear father, here before thee, 
 
 Is offered by the purest heart, 
 
 Upon the altar of devotion, 
 
 By Auma, my immortal friend ! 
 
 "Go daughter, go ye have my blessings- 
 
 I will not think thee lost no no 
 
 Nor will be long in following. M 
 
 * Sacred word of the Hindoos meaning God. 
 
IDEALA. 135 
 
 IV. 
 
 Beyond the city, where the shore, 
 By high and rocky cliffs is bordered, 
 And where the high tide madly dashes 
 Its foaming billows gainst the cliffs ; 
 There stands a rock, far out and lonely, 
 Its grizzly head exposed to view 
 A long procession left the city 
 Upon its way towards these cliffs ; 
 In silence did they march and slowly, 
 As if attending some loved dead. 
 Old Ageram, the chiefs and elders, 
 Upon the foremost cliff now stand ; 
 While Ideala and sweet Auma, 
 In bridal robes of purest white, 
 Before them stand, resigned, expectant. 
 Now thus the prophet spoke : 
 
 " Hark ye, 
 
 O people, and ye chief- assembled ! 
 Tis writ, and thus our laws decree : 
 By evidence and b)^ confession, 
 Before our highest tribunal, 
 Is Ideala here found guilty 
 Of sacrilege as Virgin Queen. 
 Therefore upon yon rock conduct her, 
 Ere yet the surging floods arise ; 
 Whereas, through man the Queen is fallen, 
 Therefore, if one here be so bold, 
 Soon as the rising flood encircles 
 
136 IDE ALA. 
 
 Her feet upon yon distant rock, 
 To risk his life and save the maiden 
 From the engulfing madd ning sea ; 
 Then as his bride shall he conduct her 
 Unto his home, and live in peace. 
 Your prophet, Ageram, hath spoken." 
 Mid sorrowing, many tearful friends 
 Embraced and kissed the maids heroic. 
 Once more was bosom pressed to bosom, 
 While quivering lips whispered farewell. 
 Then long a path precipitous, 
 In silence were the maids conducted 
 Upon the fateful rock below. 
 
 v. 
 
 Now higher, higher, rose the flood ; 
 The vast, the dark, the crested waters, 
 Still rose with seething, surging sound, 
 The rock submerging, slowing, surely 
 But there, behold ! oh pitying sight ! 
 Their arms entwined around each other, 
 Serenely stand the maiden friends ! 
 Fair Auma lay her head confiding 
 Upon the bosom of her friend ; 
 While living, dreaming, only, only, 
 Within the sweet immortal love 
 Of Ideala s moistened orbs. 
 Thus did the} stand, resigned and calmly 
 E en with a smile beheld the flood 
 
IDKALA. 137 
 
 Rise slowh higher, and still higher. 
 Oh friendship true and pure and holy ! 
 By heaven s angels envied ; 
 Can such deep love, that fears not death, 
 Be robbed of its immortal glory ? 
 
 VI. 
 
 Still higher rose the flood, until 
 The waters, now the rocks submerging, 
 Reach threat ning to the maidens feet ! 
 When lo, behold ! Lord Coquin plunges 
 Into the raging flood below. 
 Another follows, and yet another; 
 With strong bared arms they stem the tide, 
 Amid the shouts and wild confusion 
 Of the excited multitude. 
 Now do they ride the crested breakers, 
 And now beneath the flood sink down- 
 Full many an anxious heart beats faster; 
 Full many an anxious eye is strained 
 In watching for the re-appearance 
 Of head and form from out the deep. 
 
 VII. 
 
 While yet Lord Coquin and the others, 
 Did struggle in the waves below, 
 There rose a shout among the people 
 A shout of terror a shout of joy ; 
 And the great multitude divided, 
 
138 IDE ALA. 
 
 And left an open avenue, 
 
 Through which with speed of deer came 
 
 flying, 
 
 A panting youth with eyes aflame ! 
 The people all in speechless wonder, 
 With bated breath, beheld the youth; 
 Who, on the foremost rock now standing, 
 A moment paused with outstreched hands 
 She sees him, yes she sees her hero 
 He leaps far out into the sea, 
 And sinks beneath the flood ! 
 
 But see! 
 
 Love conquers e en the elements. 
 He rises, and he stems the tide : 
 He rides heroic o er the breakers. 
 And through the crested waves he dives 
 Lord Coquin sees his youthful rival, 
 And with a cry of terror sinks 
 Beneath the flood to rise no more. 
 " Behold, the hero ride the breakers ! 
 See how his strong arms stem the tide !" 
 Thus shouts of joy rose from the people. 
 And cries of loud encouragement, 
 At seeing their young hero nearing 
 The rock whereon the maidens stand. 
 " He s there! he s safe ! " again they 
 
 shouted 
 
 <( He stands erect he s on the rock ! " 
 But see ! but see ! with speechless terror, 
 
IDKALA. 139 
 
 The multitude behold a wave, 
 A monstrous wave come rolling leaward, 
 And sweep, with unresisting force, 
 The lovers three into the deep. 
 
 Poor Bios O Hare, her head inclining 
 Upon the breast of Maripo, 
 Wept tears of joy and tears of sorrow ; 
 Tears for her poor sweet mistress sake, 
 And tears because she found her lover, 
 The hero she had mourned as dead, 
 Her faithful Maripo. 
 
CANTO XII. 
 
 AMORIS TRIUMPHUS FINALIS. 
 I. 
 
 SONG OF THE INVISIBLES. 
 
 " Sweet Isle of Love, 
 Sweet Isle of Peace, 
 Where travelers weary 
 Rest at ease ; 
 Where shadowy forms 
 Do come and go, 
 And whisper softly 
 Sweet and low ; 
 Where cares and trials. 
 Pain and sorrow, 
 Are forgotten 
 With the morrow; 
 Where visions, gleams 
 Of fairest scenes, 
 Mid slumbers soft 
 And sweetest dreams, 
 Rock tired souls 
 To perfect rest ! 
 
IDEALA. 141 
 
 <( Oh, could I forever listen 
 Unto this music but tis ended, 
 And all s so still again. 
 
 Alas ! 
 
 Meseems I was a dreaming 
 Some strange, sweet dream; such peace 1 feel 
 Within my soul have I not seen her ? 
 Ah, in dreams alone, in dreams that leave 
 Me only empty, blissful longings 
 Albeit, meseems, I know she s here, 
 My only, only Ideala ! " 
 Then slumber closed again his eyes, 
 While heralds of sweet rest came stealing 
 In smiles o er his fair youthful face. 
 Hush, noiseless came an angel presence, 
 A fair sweet face, and beauteous form; 
 Awhile she stands beside her lover, 
 Benignly looking down on him. 
 Hush, he awakes; he feels her presence: 
 He lifts his eyes ; now he arises, 
 And longing stretches forth his arms : 
 * ( My love, my sweetest Ideala, 
 Why stand so silent come, oh come ! " 
 Alas, twas empty, empty air ; 
 His arms embraced but empty air. 
 Again he slept, again she came, 
 And stood intent her lover watching : 
 Again he woke, again he rose, 
 Again stretched forth his arm appealing : 
 
142 IDEALA. 
 
 Then in the sweetest, softest voice, 
 She spoke these words unto her lover : 
 "A little while, a little while, 
 Be thou content, my brother-lover ; 
 Thou art yet weak and faint and weary; 
 Rest thee awhile, a little while." 
 
 in. 
 
 CHORUS OP THE INVISIBLES. 
 
 " Rest thou, rest thou, oh weary one, 
 The time is near at hand ; 
 
 From darkness unto light shalt thou 
 To Tasmins shores ascend, 
 To Tasmins shores ascend. 
 
 " Rest thou, rest thou, oh weary one, 
 Thy longings soon will end; 
 
 The earthly heart, unsatisfied, 
 Still longs unto the end, 
 Still hopes and longs unto the end. 
 
 "Rest thou, rest thou, oh weary one, 
 Rest thou awhile yet here ; 
 
 Thy love will come, thy soul s Ideal 
 Will come from Tasmins sphere, 
 Will come from Tasmins sphere. 
 
 "Will come from where great Israfel * 
 
 His songs Edenic sings, 
 
 The augel Israfel who has the sweetest voice of all God s 
 creatures. Koran. 
 
IDBAIvA. 1 
 
 From where Lethena s crystal flood 
 Is fed by nectar springs, 
 Is fed by nectar springs." 
 
 "Ended the sweetest song that ever 
 Fell on the ears of Robert Lane. 
 Entranced, he listened still and listened ; 
 The rapturous notes still seemed to linger 
 Around about him everywhere. 
 When lo! from off a distant star, 
 A radiant star high in the heavens, 
 A glowing light shot down and fell 
 Before the hero s feet it fell ! 
 Now glowing, growing brighter, greater, 
 It seeming set the air afire ; 
 And all around him grew chaotic; 
 His senses deep oblivion seized. 
 Behold, within the bright aureole, 
 Great Astarel * stand in his bark, 
 His godlike face benignly beaming, 
 As with his wand commanding, he 
 Subdues and calms the elements ! 
 Again he moves his wand commanding, 
 When instant rise his servitors, 
 Placing within the bark their burden, 
 The deathless shade of Robert Lane : 
 When Astarel thus to his crew : 
 
 * Astarel name for the celestial ferryman. 
 
144 IDEALA. 
 
 "I command the windy spheres, 
 
 I command the rolling sea, 
 Where the morning star appears, 
 
 There my dwelling place may be. 
 As a flame, I come and go, 
 As a zephyr, sighing low; 
 
 Where Night and Day, as in a dream, 
 
 Meet by the Nadir s silent stream." 
 
 CHORUS. 
 We dwell in the wind, 
 
 We dwell in the deep, 
 We dwell on the stars 
 
 That over us sweep 
 The pilot is ready, 
 
 His oarsmen are we, 
 Ferrying souls 
 
 O er the mystic sea. 
 
 Astarel : 
 
 Sleep the sleep that knows no dreaming, 
 
 Brighter shall the morning be; 
 O er the tide the lights are gleaming, 
 
 Beacons from beyond the sea ; 
 From the realms of Azrael, * 
 
 In my bark I ll guide thee o er, 
 To the realms of Israfel, f 
 
 To Lethena s vernal shore." 
 
 *Azrael The archangel of Death 
 tlsrafel The sweet singer of Paradise. 
 
IDEALA. 145 
 
 CHORUS. 
 We dwell in the wind, 
 
 We dwell in the deep, 
 We dwell on the stars 
 
 That over us sweep 
 The pilot is ready, 
 
 His oarsmen are we, 
 Ferrying souls 
 
 O er the mystic sea. 
 
 CHORUS OF THE INVISIBLES BEARING AUMA 
 TO THE SHORES OP LAKE LETHENA. 
 
 Tenderly bear her up higher, 
 On your wings bear her up higher ! 
 
 Wake her not from her deep slumber, 
 
 For she is one of our number ; 
 Yea, and among us the rarest 
 Spirit, the sweetest, the fairest ! 
 
 Bear her up higher, 
 
 Sisters up higher, 
 And crown her with glory, 
 Immortal glory. 
 
 " Earth-life is fleeting and transient, 
 All that seems real evanescent 
 Only the mystical seeming, 
 And the soul s longing and dreaming, 
 And the heart s hoped for Ideal, 
 
146 IDKALA. 
 
 Here shall forever be real. 
 
 Bear her up higher. 
 
 Sisters, up higher. 
 And crown her with glory 
 Immortal glory. 
 
 Heart that could love so heroic, 
 Maid that could die as a stoic ; 
 
 Friendship that could not be broken, 
 
 Faith that gave life as a token; 
 Beautiful spirit immortal. 
 Enter Urania s portal ! 
 
 Awake from thy slumbers, 
 
 Lethian slumbers; 
 Thine shall be Devachan, 
 Sister, forever ! " 
 
 Lo, the vapory mists dissolve, 
 
 And dawn, celestial dawn is breaking ! 
 
 Flooding with light, subdued and chaste, 
 
 With amber light the glorious sphere ! 
 
 While sweet seraphic music lingers 
 
 Upon the breath of Harmony- 
 
 With soul enwrapt the hero listens : 
 
 CHORUS OF INVISIBLES. 
 
 " Here, 
 
 In this sphere, 
 Where sorrow can never 
 Or parting dissever 
 
IDEALA. 147 
 
 What Love hath united 
 From earth-life divided- 
 Here, lover, behold her, 
 Thy fair Ideala ! 
 The real was but seeming; 
 The seeming ideal - 
 Here heaven s bright gleaming 
 Around thee is real ! 
 Behold here the mountains, 
 The valleys, the streams, 
 In the irised, the golden, 
 The translucent beams ! 
 Hear the warbling, the singing 
 Of birds in the trees : 
 O er attarine flowers 
 The humming of bees ! 
 Here spring never ceases 
 On the shores of Lethena, 
 And Love, re-united, 
 Shall part never more; 
 For Devachan enter, 
 Who bathe in the waves, 
 The crystaline waves of Lethena! " 
 
 The tears from down his eyes were streaming ; 
 When lo ! beside -him stands his bride, 
 His radiant love, his Ideala ! 
 With eyes benign she looks upon him, 
 While softly, gently, thus she speaks : 
 
148 IDEALA. 
 
 " Now have I come, my brother-lover, 
 To meet thee on these blessed shores, 
 The sacred shores of Lake Lethena." 
 Scarce said, a radiant form appeared, 
 Attended by a group of fair ones, 
 Eich image most divinely wrought, 
 Bearing the stamp of godlike beings, 
 All eager to pay homage to 
 This rare and radiant maiden. 
 
 "All hail !" 
 In chorus thus these beings sang : 
 
 " Thy journey is ended ; 
 
 Thou from afar, 
 Nirvana s Portals 
 
 Standing ajar, 
 Bid thee to enter, 
 
 Dwelling for aye 
 Here with the blessed 
 
 Spirits on high. 
 
 "Hail to thee, maiden ! 
 
 Sorrow and Pain, 
 Virtue and Faith, shall 
 
 Devachan gain : 
 Hail to thee, maiden, 
 
 Here on this shore, 
 I^ove re-united 
 
 Shall part never more ! 
 
IDEALA. 149 
 
 n Behold, my brother, Auma here, 
 Surrounded b) T the fairest beings 
 That dwell upon Lethena s shores ! 
 She s come to join our friendship holy, 
 That neither parting knows, nor death. 
 Now dost thou know me, brother-lover 
 Now dost thou see with eyes undiinmed 
 Behold, yon world, from whence thou 
 
 earnest ! 
 
 Then, looking down afar through space 
 From his celestial eminence, 
 He saw the great world throb beneath him, 
 With all its cloudy mass of mountains 
 And seas that know no rest. 
 
 Again, 
 
 With mild speech thus the maid discoursed: 
 " Time is forever thine and mine 
 Ah, verily, my brother-lover, 
 This blissful realm, vouchsafed to thee, 
 Doth grant thee surcease from thy sorrows, 
 Just guerdon of life s many griefs. 
 Thou hast not hoped nor suffered vainly ; 
 Thy righteous mind and noble heart, 
 Thy love, thy faith sincere and true, 
 Have won for thee this bles t Nirvana. 
 May Om* in His great mercy grant 
 The race of man a strong desire 
 To lay aside their grosser aims, 
 
 *Hindo name for God. 
 
150 
 
 And learn to bear each other s burdens, 
 And learn to share each other s woes ; 
 Seeking to reach with purpose noble 
 Life s high IDEAL vouchsafed to all. 
 
 THE END. 
 
FAREWELL! 
 
 What deep, what tender pathos lies 
 
 In this sad word farewell ! 
 Where is the heart that has not felt 
 
 The pang- of some farewell? 
 What other word that brings unto 
 
 The eyes such tears of grief? 
 What other word that doth so much 
 
 The heart and soul bereave ? 
 Affection s ties, alas ! must break, . 
 
 And love itself must yield 
 Unto this word that holds so deep 
 
 A mystery concealed. 
 Dark Sorrow cries with anguished voice : 
 
 " Farewell, farewell forever ! " 
 Fair Hope beside her stands and smiles 
 
 And whispers "Never never." 
 Then Love arises in despair, 
 
 Lifts from the dead his eyes, 
 Looks up to Sorrow, then to Hope, 
 
 And then imploring cries : 
 " O God, lift from my soul the shroud, 
 
 For I would have more light ; 
 Which one of these may speak the truth, 
 
 Alas ! which one is right ? 
 
152 FAREWELL. 
 
 I cannot say farewell forever ; 
 
 No, no, it cannot be ; 
 Fair Hope, then let me cling to thee, 
 
 For Love would hope forever ! 
 
 Farewell ! Thus Ideala would I part 
 From thee, child of my fancy of my heart ! 
 Thou who didst ever long the toilsome way, 
 My soul with hope and cheerfulness repay ; 
 When oft mid thoughts of doubt and fear, 
 
 I paused, 
 
 Like some lone wand rer in a desert lost. 
 Yet will I be content, if others caught 
 The motive of my tale, the inward thought 
 That would give shape unto the things 
 
 that seem, 
 
 And make more clear the things we some 
 times dream 
 
 And how the constant soul must strive amain 
 To reach the Ideal it would fondly gain, 
 Though e er so far, the patient searcher may 
 Find happiness along the toilsome way. 
 
 Farewell sweet maid of Kidolon ! 
 Farewell thou too, heroic son ! 
 
 Dwellers for aye 
 
 Beneath the sky 
 Of^that fair Isle beyond the sea, 
 The dreamland of sweet poesy. 
 
 Kiedern, 
 
 Baden, Germany, 1891. 
 
WALLULA. ::: 
 
 " I will tell you," said the Pioneer hoary, 
 With a far away look on his face, 
 "A strange and a singular story, 
 A story of Pioneer days. 
 I reckon t was back in the forties, 
 When crossing the plains, a brave band, 
 The most daring of pioneer parties, 
 Came in sight of the promising land. 
 
 " Twas then we got lost in the mountains, 
 Rough, rugged, and dreary, and vast ; 
 In the pathless wild Cascade mountains, 
 Where no white man before us had passed. 
 The forests around us seemed endless, 
 With no sign of a path or a trail ; 
 And forlorn did we wander, and hopeless, 
 Bven courage and strength gan to fail. 
 
 " The moon had her journey completed, 
 Twice o er us one dark stormy night, 
 When around our camp fire seated, 
 The boys were a pitiful sight. 
 
 * An Indian name of no particular meaning, but derived 
 undoubtedly from Wallowah, formerly a powerful Indian tribe 
 of the Northwest. Wallula here is meant to signify an evil spirit 
 a sorceress an enchantress. 
 
Jo4 WALLULA. 
 
 The rain came in torrents down pouring, 
 And hungry and cold, we sat there, 
 As around us the storm that was a-roaring, 
 And our thoughts were a-brooding despair. 
 
 Tvvas my duty to watch until midnight, 
 And slowly I paced round the camp ; 
 For somehow things did not seem just right, 
 I mistrusted that cunning red scamp. 
 The blackness of night was appalling, 
 And time seemed to hang like a doom ; 
 No sound but the rain that was falling, 
 And the moaning of the wind through the 
 gloom. 
 
 " It seems that I must have been napping, 
 
 When suddenly, rousing, I found 
 
 The red-skin (who had been a-rapping 
 
 My shoulder) stood fixed to the ground. 
 
 In an instant I grabbed him, and shook him, 
 
 You villain, I hissed in his ear ; 
 
 By his throat with my fingers I held him, 
 
 But he showed neither terror nor fear. 
 
 " Like a totem, he stood at me glaring, 
 And wildly at me did he gloat, 
 When his silence no longer forbearing, 
 I loosened my hold on his throat ; 
 Then strangely repeating he muttered, 
 Wallula, Wallula, Wallula ; 
 
WALLULA. 155 
 
 Nor fearing my gun as he muttered, 
 Wallula, Wallula, Wallula. 
 
 " Where are my companions ? I. shouted, 
 As I leveled my gun at his breast ; 
 But the savage his arm uplifted, 
 Only pointed his hand to the West. 
 Then slowly kept backward retreating, 
 Still muttering his fateful Wallula, 
 While ghost-like he glided repeating, 
 Wallula, Wallula, Wallula. 
 
 "Where a high rocky cliff stands foreboding, 
 
 By its dismal black entrance, stood still 
 
 The savage, his hand still upholding 
 
 An omen incarnate of ill. 
 
 I saw that the camp was deserted, 
 
 My companions were nowhere in sight; 
 
 And this the red devil concerted ; 
 
 Yet twas strange he would show me no fight. 
 
 "Did I tell you, young man, I was dreaming; 
 No, no, for I was wide, wide awake ! 
 When through darkness a light I saw stream 
 ing, 
 
 And through the dead silence did break 
 A melody, wierd as the chanting 
 Of a voice that is wondrously sweet ; 
 As my soul heard the music enchanting, 
 As the red man fell prone at my feet ! 
 
156 WALLULA. 
 
 When I saw my companions faces, 
 Like pale ghosts in that light appear ; 
 When I saw through the cavernous mazes, 
 Grim hosts of quaint beings appear. 
 Was I dreaming, ha, ha, was I dreaming ? 
 When I saw her wild beauty revealed ; 
 When I saw those black tresses a-streaming, 
 That half her wild beauty concealed ! 
 
 When I saw those black eyes that were 
 
 shining; 
 
 Like luminous stars full at me, 
 As she sang on a rock, half reclining, 
 Her wonderful, sweet melody ! 
 Though strange were her words and their 
 
 meaning, 
 
 Twas her soul seemed to speak as she sang; 
 Twas a love song she sang, and its meaning 
 My heart could understand as she sang: 
 " Where the river flows westward forever, 
 Where the mountains look down on the sea. 
 Where the pastures are green there forever, 
 Where the forests reach unto the sea ; 
 There dwelt in his wigwam my lover, 
 Long ago, in the land by the sea, 
 Where the river flows westward forever, 
 Where the mountains look down on the sea. 
 
 " But my lover was false, and I waited 
 I vain for his coming to me ; 
 
WALLULA. MT 
 
 Through the mists of the years have I waited 
 His coming from the land by the sea. 
 Where the river flows westward forever, 
 Where the mountains look down on the sea, 
 His race shall be gone forever, 
 Forever from the land by the sea. 
 
 M When the last of his race forever, 
 When the last of his race is no mere, 
 Wallula will be silent forever ; 
 Wallula will lure men no more. 
 For thee have I waited, false lover, 
 For thee have I waited alone ; 
 Till the last of thy race shall forever, 
 Forever be graven in stone. 
 
 "Enchanted I listened, and listened ; 
 
 It seemed like a mystical dream 
 
 The cavern around me now glistened; 
 
 In colors of a changeful gleam. 
 
 While still those black eyes were a-shining 
 
 Like luminous stars full at me, 
 
 As she sang, on a rock still reclining, 
 
 Her wondrously sweet melody. 
 
 " Then around in a circle were swinging, 
 A wierd and fantastical crew, 
 While to them Wallula was singing, 
 Commanding the mystical crew 
 When up sprang the savage a-crying, 
 
158 WALLULA. 
 
 Wallula, Wallula, Wallula, 
 The crew in a chorus replying, 
 Wallula, Wallula, Wallula. 
 
 ; Twas a dismal and fog laden morning, 
 When I awoke in the the chilly damp air, 
 And as reason came slowly returning, 
 Still on me the savage did stare. 
 But motionless there he was standing, 
 A sentinel silent and lone ; 
 A statue in aspect commanding 
 A statue forever of Stone ! " 
 
OF THK 
 
 UNIVERSITY 
 
 The battle is over, the victors are gone. 
 And the vanquished are left with their dead 
 alone. 
 
 Alone in the wild, wide plain of the West, 
 Neath the shadow of Hood s white, towering 
 crest. 
 
 In a long, silent row, lie the dead of the braves, 
 Whose kinsmen are mournfully digging 
 their graves. 
 
 The old chief, with solemn and grief-stricken 
 
 face, 
 On each painted warrior is turning his gaze. 
 
 Now seeming his eagle eyes suddenly found 
 The object he sought mid the dead on the 
 ground. 
 
 In his sinewy bosom a storm is preparing, 
 As mutely he stands at a bloody corse star 
 ing. 
 
 ;!: Yellept, a noble chief of the Walla Walla Indians of pastern 
 Oregon, is described by Lewis & Clarke in their journal as "A 
 man of much influence not only in his own, but in the neighbor 
 ing nations. * * We may, indeed, justly affirm that of all the 
 Indians we have met since leaving the United States, the Wallo- 
 wallahs were the most hospitable, honest and sincere." 
 
ItiO YELLEPT. 
 
 Now he cries to his faithful, his grief-stricken 
 
 band, 
 " O tilikum nika* your chief doth command ! 
 
 11 Go tell ye my people, the warriors and all, 
 To come and to hasten to Yellept s last call ! 
 
 Ere the sun had rolled o er the great hills to 
 
 the sea, 
 Were gathered round Yellept his people. 
 
 Spoke he, 
 
 Their beloved old chief, as he lifted his eyes, 
 With the fire of former days, up to the skies: 
 
 " O Italipas,~\ witness my warriors are slain, 
 And swiftly comes death like a wolf o er the 
 plain, 
 
 " And snatches my people like sheep from a 
 
 fold, 
 Like birds they are dying from hunger and 
 
 cold. 
 
 " Behold, oh my people, why Yellept doth 
 
 mourn : 
 Of five noble sons that to me had been born, 
 
 ; The last one, alas ! by the white man is 
 slain ; 
 
 * Tilikum nika (Chinook jargon) My people. 
 \Italipis (Chinook jargon), Deity, supernatural being. 
 
YELLEPT. K51 
 
 And here mid the dead he lies on the 
 plain. 
 
 "O my people, hath Yellept not cause for his 
 grief ! 
 
 Ingratitude basely hath robbed your old 
 chief 
 
 "Of his sons, of his home, aye, the soil where 
 I stand 
 
 Though I, oh my people, e en I with this 
 hand, 
 
 " Gave the whice man when hungry my 
 kamas* to eat, 
 
 And warmed in my wigwam his cold wan- 
 el ring feet ! 
 
 "O brave Wallawallahs, your hyas tyee* 
 I, Yellept, have ever been faithful to ye. 
 
 Why silent, my people, ye are not afraid? 
 My counsels ye have and my will e er obeyed; 
 
 To do as I bid you, I, Yellept your chief. 
 O Saghalie tyec, \ thou hearest thy chief ! 
 
 To the ghosts of his fathers, old Yellept 
 
 must go, 
 
 To my sons, happy hunting ground, Yellept 
 must go ! 
 
 *Kamas Food, a sweet bulbuous root 
 ^ Saghalie tyee God, Chief above. 
 
162 YELLEPT. 
 
 "Bury me, warriors, here on the plain, 
 Bury me, friends, with the last of the slain ! 
 
 "Dig the grave, warriors, dig the grave 
 
 deep, 
 And with his last son, lay your old chief to 
 
 sleep ! 
 
 Thus sternly commanded the chief with a 
 
 frown, 
 And threw on the form of the dead him 
 
 down. 
 
 Amid loud lamentations, his people obeyed, 
 And Yellept, their chieftain, was tenderly 
 laid 
 
 Alive in his grave, and they buried him 
 
 deep, 
 With the last of his sons, they buried him 
 
 deep. 
 
 *Hyas tree High chief. 
 
AMORIS 
 
 Night came breathless o er me stealing, 
 And with her bright eyes appealing, 
 And her soft and shadowy arms, 
 Wrapped my senses in her charms, 
 As my thoughts passed roaming o er 
 Unforgotten days of yore. 
 
 But I was not long in musing, 
 Ere my senses grew confusing ; 
 On the silent wings of even, 
 Softly, from the slumb rous heaven, 
 Dropped the folds of Psyche s veil, 
 O er my spirit weak and frail ; 
 At the touch, arose a form 
 Airy, mystic, beauteous form ! 
 
 And together we arose 
 In an Eden of Repose, 
 Where a sun, eternal, bright, 
 With its pale and golden light ; 
 With its opalescent beams, 
 Shone upon the shores enhanced, 
 And upon our eyes entranced. 
 
 Here in silence did we wander, 
 And with every footstep wonder 
 
164 AMORIS MEMORIA. 
 
 At the fairy birds and flowers, 
 At the shady groves and bowers, 
 At the liquid silvery stream, 
 And the songs of seraphim. 
 
 Lo ! there rose before our sight 
 A graceful tomb of marble-white ! 
 And upon it bright and bold, 
 Shone these words in burnished gold 
 "AMORIS MEMORIA." 
 
 As with longing eyes I gazed, 
 And the letters meaning traced, 
 Saw I melt the marble white 
 Into form of radiant light 
 Form of woman, fair, yet human, 
 That my arms no longer clasped ! 
 
 Then I heard, with rapturous ear, 
 Music of a voice, how dear! 
 And my soul o ercame a longing 
 Sweet, impassioned, empty longing ; 
 Alas ! the beauteous vision fled, 
 And the sweetest voice was dead. 
 
 Longing still, stood I, and sighing, 
 Stretching forth my arms in vain 
 Memory only, never dying, 
 Only only, did remain. 
 
SLJNSBT IN OREOON. 
 
 A drowsy stillness steals o er hill and vale ; 
 And field, and forest, wrapped in smoky haze, 
 All seern to feel the day s departing grace, 
 As gentle Even draws her mystic veil 
 O er Nature s tired face. 
 But see ! the lord of day, his golden mail, 
 Resplendent o er the western skies displays ; 
 When all the mountains neath his flood of 
 
 rays, 
 
 In semi-circle round the throbbing main, 
 Transfigured stand ; a luminous, crimsoned 
 
 crew, 
 
 Their rugged brows, in azure-tinctured gold, 
 Uplifted high, serenely bold ; 
 Until the regal train sinks out of view, 
 And lovely Night assumes her starry reign. 
 
 MOUNT HOOD. 
 
 Behold his glittering brow uplifted high ! 
 L,ike s ail first seen upon the rolling main, 
 Appears his snowy head above the plain, 
 Growing in grandeur in your beaming eye, 
 
166 MOUNT HOOD. 
 
 Clear and distinct against the azure sky. 
 Beneath him lies outspread, a vast domain, 
 O er which, by nature, he seems placed to 
 
 reign. 
 
 A vain procession, passing ceaseless by, 
 Looks up with wondering eye at his bright 
 
 face : 
 
 A moment only seeming in his sight, 
 They pause, then sink with the approaching 
 
 night, 
 
 Into oblivion s tomb, race following race ; 
 But he, despite decay and death, remains 
 The proud and changeless monarch of the 
 
 plains. 
 
 WHITMAN, WHITTIER, TENNYSON. 
 
 March 26th. September 7th. October 6th, 1892. 
 
 Weep, O ye muses weep ! 
 For they were ardent sons and true, 
 And faithful in their love to you, 
 
 Till life did end in sleep, 
 And day in night ; when, one by one, 
 Laid by the harp, his labors done, 
 
 Fell into gentle sleep. 
 
 Sleep, gentle singers, sleep ; 
 Though silent lies the harp, unstrung, 
 
WHITMAN, WHITTIER, TENNYSON. 107 
 
 The world has heard the songs you sung. 
 
 Tis sweet to rest and sleep, 
 When, in the fullness of the years, 
 The ripened, peaceful end appears 
 
 That longed-for, dreamless sleep. 
 
 Sleep, gentle singers, sleep ; 
 Your patient lives won for each name, 
 The glory of immortal fame ! 
 
 Sleep, gentle singers, sleep : 
 The faith and hope that was in you. 
 Has taught the world to calmly view 
 
 The end that ends in sleep. 
 

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