Queen Moo's Talisman: The Fall of the Maya Empire

								

His clear calm eyes again she searched amazed;
Their power thrilled and drew her as she gazed.


Then murmured she—“If this be happy dream
Let me dream on.” O Light! thy wondrous beam
Throughout creation glows, now and for aye,
If Will Omnipotent ordaineth day.
Thy rays are harmonies, celestial Light!
Because thou art, there is no endless night.
Earth’s weary children long for deep repose;
But from the glorious light all music flows.
As night and day forever alternate,
In darkest silence life doth germinate.


No mortal can conceive th’ entrancing sounds
That greet the spirit freed from terrene bounds.
Could love’s effulgence from supernal spheres
But reach the mortal eye bedimmed with tears,
A solace sweet as rain on sun-parched leaf
Would fall on those bereft and bowed with grief.
No more would Death a bitter foe appear;
Kind Hope and Faith would banish Doubt and Fear.


To Móo awaked another rapture flowed—
Coh’s eyes with love unquenched before her’s glowed.
O Love! thou art the power of life, the force
That lifts the soul; Divinity thy source.
Ignoble things thy presence doth redeem,
Sweet breath of God! most holy and supreme!
Eternal thou, throughout the boundless space;
Thy purity no act can e’er abase.
Deep passion broods pent up, in matter dark;
Death comes, and there upon his gliding bark
Reality appears; soul finds its own—
Pure Love released, unmasked, stands forth alone.


By man has time been made the gauge of Earth.
What cares the soul in realm of spirit birth
How oft around spin globes above, below?
Of happiness do beings weary grow?
Must they return—again to feel the throes
Of matter’s strife—from passionless repose?
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  SEQUEL.


AGES LATER.


I.

  While mortals slept and stars lit up its bed,
Ere Phoebus smiled the infant’s soul had fled.


Kissed by the god of day, a blue-eyed boy
Sprang from his couch, with eager love and joy.
White twinkling feet then ran across the floor
To Natalie, as many a morn before.
Death’s mystery to him was yet untaught;
The lifeless babe no dread to his mind brought;
To mother’s arms he bore the drooping form—
“Poor baby cold! make pretty sister warm.”


The lustrums sped. A girl of lightsome heart
Was told, “He comes! with him thou must depart.”
To find her in the East, he sailed from West,
Responsive to the power of soul’s request.
Resistless forces bade her go fulfill
The part that she, by her own human will
Had planned upon a day, when swayed by love
She would her consort find, on earth, above,
Wherever might he dwell there too would she:
Attachments deep can bind like stern decree.


To learn the past, to Maya-land both turned,
But no faint ray of mem’ry in them burned.
Altho’ he murmured in a certain place—