_PART II_.


Hark, hark, a voice amid the quiet intense!
It is thy Duty waiting thee without.
Rise from thy knees in hope, the half of doubt;
A hand doth pull thee--it is Providence;
Open thy door straightway, and get thee hence;
Go forth into the tumult and the shout;
Work, love, with workers, lovers, all about:
Of noise alone is born the inward sense
Of silence; and from action springs alone
The inward knowledge of true love and faith.
Then, weary, go thou back with failing breath,
And in thy chamber make thy prayer and moan:
One day upon _His_ bosom, all thine own,
Thou shall lie still, embraced in holy death.



SCENE I.--_A room in Julian's castle_. JULIAN _and the old_ Nurse.


_Julian_.
Nembroni? Count Nembroni?--I remember:
A man about my height, but stronger built?
I have seen him at her father's. There was something
I did not like about him:--ah! I know:
He had a way of darting looks at you,