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Lucile

By Owen Meredith [i.e. E. R. B. Lytton]
Lytton, Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton (1831-1891)
  
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LUCILE.
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PART I.
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CANTO II.
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LETTER FROM LORD ALFRED VARGRAVE TO THE COMTESSE DE NEVERS.
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CANTO III.
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CANTO IV. LETTER FROM COUSIN JOHN TO COUSIN ALFRED.
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IX. THE COMTESSE DE NEVERS TO LORD ALFRED VARGRAVE.
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PART II.
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XV.

Thus, one bronzen evening, when day had put out
His brief thrifty fires, and the wind was about,
The nun, watchful still by the boy, on his own
Laid a firm quiet hand, and the deep tender tone
Of her voice moved the silence.
She said... ‘I have heal'd
‘These wounds of the body. Why hast thou conceal'd,
‘Young soldier, that yet open wound in the heart?
‘Wilt thou trust no hand near it?’
He winced, with a start,
As of one that is suddenly touch'd on the spot
From which every nerve derives suffering.
‘What?
‘Lies my heart, then, so bare?’ he moan'd bitterly.
‘Nay,’
With compassionate accents she hasten'd to say,
‘Do you think that these eyes are with sorrow, young man,
‘So all unfamiliar, indeed, as to scan
‘Her features, yet know them not?
Oh, was it spoken,
‘“Go ye forth, heal the sick, lift the low, bind the broken!”
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‘Of the body alone? Is our mission, then, done,
‘When we leave the bruised heart, if we bind the bruised bone?
‘Nay, is not the mission of mercy two-fold?
‘Whence twofold, perchance, are the powers, that we hold
‘To fulfil it, of Heaven! For Heaven doth still
‘To us, Sisters, it may be, who seek it, send skill
‘Won from long intercourse with affliction, and art
‘Help'd of Heaven, to bind up the broken of heart.
‘Trust to me!’ (His two feeble hands in her own
She drew gently.) ‘Trust to me!’ (she said, with soft tone):
‘I am not so dead in remembrance to all
‘I have died to in this world, but what I recall
‘Enough of its sorrow, enough of its trial,
‘To grieve for both—save from both haply! The dial
‘Receives many shades, and each points to the sun.
‘The shadows are many, the sunlight is one.
‘Life's sorrows still fluctuate: God's love does not.
‘And His love is unchanged, when it changes our lot.
‘Looking up to this light, which is common to all,
‘And down to these shadows, on each side, that fall
‘In time's silent circle, so various for each,
‘Is it nothing to know that they never can reach
‘So far, but what light lies beyond them for ever?
‘Trust to me! Oh, if in this hour I endeavour
‘To trace the shade creeping across the young life
‘Which, in prayer till this h ur, I have watch'd through its strife
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‘With the shadow of death, 'tis with this faith alone,
‘That, in tracing the shade, I shall find out the sun.
‘Trust to me!’
She paused: he was weeping. Small need
Of added appeal, or entreaty, indeed,
Had those gentle accents to win from his pale
And parch'd, trembling lips, as it rose, the brief tale
Of a life's early sorrow. The story is old,
And in words few as may be shall straightway be told.
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