The Angel and the Spirit.

A Spirit once lay sighing1
                        
                        Beyond that dim unknown,2
                        
                        Where through long years of penance3
                        
                        The souls of mortals groan ;4
                        And still sighed the poor Spirit,—5
                        
                        “ A thousand years of pain6
                        
                        I’d live could I behold once more7
                        
                        The bright green earth again.8
                        “ A thousand years of penance9
                        
                        In torture I would dwell,10
                        
                        To see for one brief instant11
                        
                        Him whom I loved so well.”12
                        A glance of heavenly pity13
                        
                        In the Angel’s eye had birth,14
                        
                        As he bore theweeping Spirit15
                        
                        Again to the green earth.16
                        “ Beneath the broad cool shadow17
                        
                        Of the waving linden-tree,18
                        
                        I know mine own love wanders19
                        
                        Still sorrowing for me.”20
                        
When they neared the ancient lindens,21
                        
                        Where the pleasant waters flow,22
                        
                        There sat her heart’s beloved,—23
                        
                        But he loved another now.24
                        Beneath the broad cool shadow25
                        
                        Of their ancient trysting-place,26
                        
                        A gentle maid reclining27
                        
                        Was locked in love’s embrace.28
                        Then through the hapless Spirit29
                        
                        Sharp pangs of sorrow thrill,30
                        
                        But the bright Angel gently31
                        
                        In his dear arms held her still.32
                        And higher still, and higher,33
                        
                        They winged their way above,34
                        
                        Until they neared the portals35
                        
                        Of heaven’s bright halls of love.36
                        Then sighed the Spirit, weeping,—37
                        
                        “ I may not enter there,38
                        
                        A thousand years of torture39
                        
                        ’Tis yet my lot to bear.”40
                        A smile benign and tender41
                        
                        O’er the Angel’s features stole,42
                        
                        As he gazed with heavenly pity43
                        
                        On the fond and hapless soul.44
                        “ Poor Spirit, all thy sorrows,45
                        
                        Thy woes, are o’er at last ;46
                        
                        In the torture of that moment47
                        
                        Thy thousand years have past.”48