love each other;
Bear and forbear, and come to me in heaven.'

"I wakened once--at midnight--a wild cry--
'_Paul, O Paul!_' rang through my dreams and broke
My slumber. I arose, but all was still,
And then I, slept again and dreamed till morn.
In all my dreams her dear, sweet face appeared--
Now radiant as a star, and now all pale--
Now glad with smiles and now all wet with tears.
Then came a dream that agonized my soul,
While every limb was bound as if in chains.
Methought I saw her in the silent night
Leaning o'er misty waters dark and deep:
A moan--a plash of waters--and, O Christ!--
Her agonized face upturned--imploring hands
Stretched out toward me, and a wailing cry--
'_Paul, O Paul!_' Then face and hands went down,
And o'er her closed the deep and dismal flood
Forever--but it could not drown the cry:
'_Paul, O Paul!_' was ringing in my ears;
'_Paul, O Paul!_' was throbbing in my heart;
And moaning, sobbing in my shuddering soul
Trembled the wail of anguish--'_Paul, O Paul!_'

"Then o'er the waters stole the silver dawn,
And lo a fairy boat with silken sail!
And in the boat an angel at the helm,
And at her feet the form of her I loved.
The white mists parted as the boat sped on
In silence, lessening far and far away.
And then the sunrise glimmered on the sail
A moment, and the angel turned her face:
My mother!--and I gave a joyful cry,
And stretched my hands, but lo the hovering mists
Closed in around them and the vision passed.

"The morning sun stole through the window-blinds
And fell upon my face and wakened me,
And I lay musing--thinking of Pauline.
Yes, she should know the depths of all my heart--
The love I bore her all those lonely years;
The hope that held me steadfast to my toil,
And feel the higher and the holier love
Her precious gift had wakened in my soul.
Yea, I would bless her for that precious gift--
I had not known its treasures but for her,
And O for that would I forgive her all,
And bless the hand that smote me to the soul.
That would be comfort to me all my days,
And if there came a bitter time to her,
'Twould pain her less to know that I forgave.

"A hasty rapping at my chamber-door;
In came my school-boy friend whose guest I was,
And said:
'Come, Paul, the town is all ablaze!
A sad--a strange--a marvelous suicide!
Pauline, who was to be a bride to-day,
Was missed at dawn and after sunrise found--
Traced by her robe and bonnet on the bridge,
Whence she had throw