Spouter's companion/Gertrude Von Der Wart

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Spouter's companion (between 1840 and 1850)
Gertrude Von Der Wart
3237858Spouter's companion — Gertrude Von Der Wartbetween 1840 and 1850

GERTRUDE VON DER WART.

Her hands were clasp'd, her dark eyes raised,
The breeze threw back her hair;
Up to the fearful Wheel she gazed,
All that she loved was there!
The night was round her clear and cold,
The holy heaven above,
Its pale stars watching to behold

The might of earthly love.

And bid me not depart, the cried,
My Rudolph, say not so;
This is no time to quit thy side;
Peace—peace—I cannot go.
Hath tho world aught for me to fear,
When death is on thy brow?
The world—what means it?—mine is here;
I will not leave thee now!

I have been with thee in thine hour
Of glory and of bliss;
Doubt not its memory's living power,
To strengthen me through this.
And thou, mine honour'd lord and true,
Bear on, bear nobly on;
We have the blessed heaven in view,
Whose rest shall soon he won."

And were not these high words to flow
From woman's breaking heart?
Through all that night of bitterest woe
She bore her lofty part.
But oh! with such a glazing eye,
With such a curdling cheek,
Love, love, of mortal agony,
Thou only, thou shouldst speak!

Tho wind rose high, but with it rose
Her voice that he might hear;
Perchance that dark hour brought repose
To happy bosoms near.
While she sat pining with despair,
Beside his tortured form.
And pouring her deep soul in prayer,

Forth on the rushing storm.

She wiped the death-damps from his brow,
With her pale hand and soft,
Whose touch upon the late chords low,
Had still'd his heart so oft.
She spread her mantle o'er his breast;
She bath'd his lips with dew;
And on his cheek such kisses press'd,
As hope and joy ne'er knew.

Oh! lovely are ye, Love and Faith,
Enduring to the last!
She had her meed, one smile in death,
And his worn spirit pass'd,
While, even as o'er a martyr's grave,
She knelt on that sad spot;
And, weeping, bless'd the God who gave
Her strength to forsake it not!


This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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