"It may be that a Higher Judge
Could measure best his crime; And that, through penitence he found
Pardon and peace in time."
The sun had sunk beneath the wave,
The moon had risen on high; And glorified, with silvery beams,
The earth, and sea, and sky.
Light zephyrs thrilled on ocean's chords,
Through wavelet's hum and flow; Alas! that scene surpassing fair,
Should sin or sorrow know.
Alas! that guilt, or causeless woe
Should darken nature's smile; As that foul deed, the first to blight
With crime Prince Edward Isle.
SISTER ST. THOMAS.
I.
Bright beauty of northern winter!
The sun, with its tenderest glow, Gilded the haze of the housetops,
Warm-tinted earth's mantle of snow.
Flashed forth the crystalline branches,
Bedazzling of jewelry rare; Rich set in radiance of splendor,
Choice pearlets of nature's own wear.
Dark night with its gloom had faded,
Fair morning its halo unfurled; Yet stirred not the solemn silence
With the hum of a waking world.