■iil I 1 '- 1 / CAMBRl illllllllllUtl 1I«T BOOK OF V'OET litllllltr' M ^1 m 1 1 M 1 1 ! 1 1! !i,n.nn>,n!!i! iiiiii'i This book is DUE on the last date stamped below yKiVLKill AUFORNIA, LIBRARY, L£>£ ANGELES, CAUF. THE CAMBRIDGE BOOK OF POETRY AND SONG SELECTED FROM ENGLISH AND AMERICAN AUTHORS BY CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES '>. *. • NEW YORK THOMAS Y. CROWELL COMPANY PUBLISHERS Copyright, 1882 and 1910 By T. Y. Crowell & Co. ) 1^ ?K ^ tdio co:n^te]^ts. A. PAGE Abide with Me ^ff» 363 Abou Ben Adhem -«««< 299 Abraham Lincoln Stoddard D4U Absence ^^"'^'i • • .• 'HI A Character , -/?• ^- Broicnmg ... 67 A Character J -Tndds • • • 22(5 A Day of Sunshine H.W. Longfellow . . 345 Address to a Mummy U. Simth 511 Address to Certain Goldfishes //. Coleridge .... 133 A Death-Bed <^- Aldrich 8 A Dirge Winter 661 A Dream -A- Cary 121 A Dream's Awakening S. M. B. Piatt ... 420 A Drop of Dew Murrell 367 Advice on Church Behavior Herbert 264 A Face in the Street G. P. Lathrop . . . 33G A Farewell Kingsley 321 Afar in the Desert Pringle 437 Affliction ^- T. De \ ere . . . 18o A Forsaken Garden Swinburne .... 553 A Forest Walk Street 548 A Four o'clock Spofford 531 After All Whiter 659 After a Mother's Death . . , E. Cook 150 After Death in Arabia E. Arnold 21 After the Ball Perry 414 After the Burial Loxoell 350 After the Rain T. B. Aldrich ... 11 A Funeral Thought . . . . B. Taylor 505 Against Rash Opinions Crabbe 165 Against Skeptical Philosophy Campbell 117 Age Rogers ....... 463 Aged Sophocles Addressing the Athenians ...... A. Fieldn 224 A Happy Life Wotton 670 A Hospital E. Spenxer 527 A Letter Phelpx 417 Alexander at Persepolis Michell 3iO Alexander Selkirk Cowper 161 Alexander's Feast Dryden 199 A Life on the Ocean Wave Sargent 409 A Little before Deatli /A JT. White .... 630 A Little While . . . , Bonar 48 All Change ; no Death E. Young 083 All Earthly Joy Returns in Pain Dunbar 208 All in a Lifetime Sfedman 539 All the Rivers Phel/>x 416 All Things Once are Things Forever Lord /foughton . . . 289 All Things Sweet when Prized A. T. De Vere . . . 186 All Together . H. H. Broivnell ... 57 Alone . . « U. U. Brownell ... 86 m IV CONTENTS. A Lost Chord A. A. Procter A Lover's Prayer Wyatt . , A March Violet Lasdrus A Match Swinburne Ambition Q. Houghton Ambition E. Young , Amends Richardson America Dobell . . A Mussel-Shell , . Thaxter . . A Name in the Sand Gould . . Ami Thou hast Stolen a Jewel Mansey . . And Were That Best? Gilder . . An Evening Keverie Bri/ani . . Angelic Care K 'Spenner . Annabel Lee Poe . . . An October Picture Collier . . An Old Song Keversed Stoddard . Answered P. C(try . . Antony to Cleopatra Lytle . . . An Untimely Thought T. B. Aldrioh A Petition to Time , . . B. W. Procter A Picture Street , . A Picture of Ellen Scutt . . . A Portrait KB. Brouniii Apostrophe to Ada Byron . . Apostrophe to Hope dimphell , Apostrophe to Liberty Addison Apostrophe to Light Milton . . Apostrophe to Popular Applause Cowper . . Apostrophe to the Ocean Byron . . Apostrophe to the Poet's Sister Wordsivorth Apostrophe to the Sun Pereival Apostrophe to the Whimsical Crabbe . . A Prayer in Sickness B.W. Prortet April IF. Morrix . A Protest J. T. Fields A Question Answered Mackay . . Archie P. Gary . . A Request Lando'r . . Argument Tupper . . A Scene in the Highlands Scott . . . Ashes of Roses E. Goodnle Asking for Tears S. M. B. Piatt Ask Me no More Carew . . Ask Me no More Tennyxon . A Sleep Prencott . . A Snow-Drop Spoford A Snow-Storm Eastman . A Song of Content J.J.Piatt. A Song of Doubt Holland . . A Song of Faith Holland . . Aspirations after the Infinite Akeiiside . Aspirations of Youth Montqomery A Spring Day Bloom field '. A s Slow our Ship Moore . . Assurance E. B. Broioning A State's Need of Virtue Thomson A Strip of Blue Larcom . . A Summer Mood Hayne . . A Summer Noon at Sea Sargent . . A Sunset Picture Falconer . At Dawn T. C. Ti. Dorr A Tempest Bloomfield . At Home C. G. liossetti A Thought Gilder . . A Thought of the Past Sargent . . A Thrush in a Gilded Cage Cranch . . At Last , , Stoddard . CONTENTS. At the Church-gate Thackeray At the Forge A. Fields . . At the Last , . . . J. C. £. Dorr . At Sea ' if. II. Brownell Auf Wiedersehen Lowell . . . Auld Robin Gray Barnard . . Austerity of Poetry M. Arnold . . Autumnal Sonnet Allinghatn Avarice E. Spenser . . A Voice from Afar Newman . . Awaking of the Poetical Faculty Baker . . . A Welcome to Alexandra Tennyson . . A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea Cunningham . A Wife Dryden . . . A Woman's Love Hay .... A Woman's Question A. A. Procter PAGE 585 224 193 59 851 80 25 IS 525 390 45 5&2 181 1 2U(i 2r.4 44 'J B. Ballad Bbod . . . Barbara A. Smith Barbara Frietchie J. G. Whittie) Battle Hymn of the Republic Howe. . . Battle of" the Baltic Campbell . Bay Billy Gassaway . Beati Illi , Symond.\ . Beatitude A. T. iJe Vere Beauties of Morning Beattie . . Beautiful Death Dryden . . Beauty's Immortality Keats . . Becalmed at Eve Clouyh . . Beethoven Thaxttr Before the Bridal B. Taylor . .Before the Prime Oxgood . . Behind the Mask Whitney . Bell and Brook S. T. Coleridge Bending between Me and the Taper A. T. De Vere Benevolence Sigourney . . Betraval Lanier . . . Bevoiid Recall Bradley . . . Bifigen on the Rhine Norton . . . Birds and their Loves Thomson . . Blessed are They that Mourn Bryant . . . Books Crahhe . . . Bosom Sin Herbert . . < Boyhood AlMon . . . Break, Break, Break Tennyson . . Breathes there the Man Scott .... Breathings of Spring Hemans . . . Broken Friendships . . . . S. T. Coleridge Bugle Song Tennyson . . Burial of Sir John Moore Wolfe . . . Burns Halleck . . . But Heaven, O Lord, I cannot Lose E. D. Proctor Byron's Remarkable Prophecy Byron . . . By the Autumn Sea Bayne . . . By the Dead Laighton . . 2S4 5C4 (U2 2>!* 114 229 55>? ■iHi 34 200 312 131 590 500 403 637 130 165 500 329 52 397 503 no 20;"> 19 564 478 260 1.30 677 605 249 440 103 250 324 c. Calling the Dead S.M. B. Piatt Calm and Tempest at Night on Lake Leman Byron . . . Calm on the Bosom of our God Ilemans . . . Cato'a SoUloquy - Addison 421 101 4 VI CONTENTS. PAGI Cayuga Lake Street 547 Charge of the Light Brigade Tennyxon 584 Charity Dryden 206 Charity G. Houghton .... 286 Charity E. H. Whittier ... (539 Charity Gradually Pervasive Pope 431 Charles XII »S. Johnmni .... 308 Cheerfulness in Misfortune E. Youtig 684 Circumstance Tenny-son 585 Cleansing Fires ^-1. .4. Procter . . . 442 Clear the Way Markay 362 Cleon and I Mackay . . , . . 362 Cleopatra Embarking on the Cydnus fferrey 267 Columbus Sir A. Be Vere ... 184 Come, Let us Anew . Wesley 633 Come not when I am Dead Teimyson 585 Come, ye Disconsolate Moore 887 Compensation Cranch 174 Complaint and Reproof S. T. Coleridge . . . 141 Complete Collier 143 Conclusions P. Cary 126 Concord Fight Emerfion 215 Condition of Spiritual Communion Tennyson 575 Conscience E. Young 678 Consecration C. F. Bates .... 31 Consolation E. B. Broicning ... 68 Constancy Suckling 550 Constant Effort Necessary to Support Fame ...... SliiikeKpeare .... 486 Content and Uich ..." South tceU 525 Contentatiou f\itton 154 Contentment , . . . Thomson 597 Contoocook Iviver E. D. Proctor . . . 447 Controversialists Crahbe ...... 168 Convention Ifoicells ...... 292 Counsel - A. Cary ... .121 Couplets from Locksley Hall Tennyson 573 Courage G, Houghton .... 285 Comrage Tha-vter 5S9 Courtesy J. T. Fields .... 229 Cradle Song IhtUand ..... 278 Cradle Song Ten u i/son 579 Cruelty E. Young 681 Cuba Sargent 471 Cui Bono G. Arnold 23 Cui Bono Carlyle 119 Cupid Grown Careful .... Croly . 178 D. Daily Dying E. D. Proctor ... 448 Daisy G. Houghton .... 281 Day Dreaming Kitnhall 322 Dead Love P. Cary 120 Death Hunt 301 Death Shelley ...... 492 Death amid the Snows Thomson 593 Death and liesurrection Bea.tlie 35 Death in Life J/. JA Dodge .... 191 Dwilh of the Day Landor 328 Death the Leveller Shirley 498 December Uorris 398 Decoration Higginson 269 Delay Bushnell 86 Departure of the Swallow W. Howitt 296 Description of the One he would Lore Wyatt ...... 677 Deserted Nests Fnelps 417 CONTE^'TS. Vil Despite All Di-iimmond Destiny T. B. Aldrioh Different Sources of Funeral 'J'ears £'. Young . Dirge for a Soldier BoJcer . . Discontent Thaxter Disdain Returned Carew . . Distance no Barrier to the Soul Cotcley . . Divorced Lord Iloughto Dolcino to Margaret Kingsley Domestic Happiness . . . ; Campbell . Dorothy Q. . . < TMnies . . Dreams R. Broicning Drifting Read . . . Driving Home the Cows K. P. Osgood 198 10 6S'2 47 56(5 118 156 2SS 321 110 277 71 -156 403 E. Early Death and Fame M. Arnold 25 Easter-day 0. Wilde 647 Easter Morning Mace 360 East London M. Arnold 24 Effect of Contact with the World E. Young 679 Effort the Gauge of Greatness E. Young 680 Egyptian Serenade Curtis 181 Elegy in a Country Churchyard T. Gray 240 End of all Earthly Glory Sliake-speare .... 4S7 Endurance Allen 14 Enviable Age . , S. Johnson 303 Epistle to Augusta Byron 95 Epitaph Hervey 268 Epitaph B. Jonson Ei)ithalamium Brainard . . Equinoctial Whitney . . Equipoise Prenton . . . Estrangement through Trifles Moore . . Evelyn Hope R. Browning . Evening Croly . 310 52 636 434 385 69 178 Evening Wordsworth .... 675 Evening Prayer at a Girls' School Ilemans 262 Evening Song Lanier 328 Every Day Allen 17 Excessive Praise or IJlanie Piqie . . Excess to be Avoided Thomson Exhortation to Marriage Rogers . Exile of Erin Campbell External Impressions Dependent on the Soul's Moods . . Crabbe. . Extract from " A Reverie in the Grass " Maekay . 4^2 596 461 112 167 365 F. Faciebat Abbey . Faith Kemble . F.aith in Doubt Tennyson Faith in Unfaith ^ott . . Falling Stars Trench . False Appearances Shakespeai False Terrors in View of Death E. Young Fancy Keats . . Fantasia Spofford Fare Thee Well Byron . Farewell '^iimomlx Farewell Tliavter . Farewell, Life ....... ^ Ifood . . Farewell of the Soul to the Body Sigourney 318 575 479 006 •185 682 311 .530 92 586 283 499 Vlll CONTENTS. PAHE Farewell, Renown Dohson 190 raiewell to Nancy Burnn 84 Fear no More Skakespeitre .... 488 Fear of Death Shak'etspeare .... 487 Febriiar)' Morrix 389 Fielfl Fl(')\vers Campbell Ill First Appearance at the Odeon J. T. Fields .... 227 Five J. C. It. Dorr .... 195 Florence Nightingale E. Arnold 22 Florence Vane P. P. Cooke .... 151 Flowers without Fruit Newman .... ;J96 Folly of Litigation Crabhe 164 For a Servant Wither 663 For a' That and a' That Burns 82 For a Widower or Widow Wither 662 Forbearance Emerson 215 Forget Me Not Sargent 469 Foreknowledge Undesirable Tvpper 620 Forever O'Reilly 400 Forever Unconfessed Lord Houghton . . . 288 Forever with the Lord Montgomery .... 385 For bis Child's Sake Tennyson 577 France Goldsmith 236 Friend after Friend Departs Montgomery .... 384 Friendship Simms 503 Friendship in Age and Sorrow Crabbe 168 From " Absalom " Willis 654 From " A Preacher " Webster 629 From a " Vision of Spring in Winter " Swinburne 552 From " Childhood " Voughan 622 From "Christmas Antiphoues " Swinburne .... 556 From " Dejection " 8. T. Coleridge . . . 136 From " Eloisa to Abelard " Pope 429 From Friend to Friend Synwnds 560 From " Intimations of Immortality " Wordsworth .... 670 From Mire to Blossom . . . . iS. Longfellow .... 846 From " No Age is Content " . Earl of Surrey . . . 551 From " Poverty " Wither 662 From " Rules and Lessons " . . Vaughan 624 From "St. Mary Magdalene" Vanghan 622 From " The Christian Politician " Vaughan 023 From the Flats Lanier 328 From the " Lay of Horatius " Macnulay 354 From " The Ode on Shakespeare " Spragve 584 From "The Sensitive Plant" Shelley 493 From " To a Lady with a Guitar " Shelley 495 G. Ganging to and Ganging frae E. Cook 150 Garden Song Tennyson, 580 Genius Byron 99 George Eliot Phelps 416 Glasgow A. Sinith 505 Gleaner's Song Bloomfeld 4.'i God's Patience Preston 435 God, the only .lust .Tudge Burnx 85 Goethe (Memorial Verses) M. Arnold 25 Go, Forgot me Wolfe 665 Go not, Happy Day Tennynon 581 Good Life. Long Life Johnson 810 Good Ciiunsel of I'olonius to Laertes Shakespeare .... 485 Good Morrow lleyirood 268 Good Nows Kimball 319 Good Night Shelley 495 Greece Byron 105 CONTENTS. ix PAUK Green Things Growing Craik 170 Grief for the Loss of the Dead Quarles 45i Guardian Spirits Rogers ..'.'.'.'. 464 Gulf-weed Fenner ! 224 H. Hallowed Ground Campbell 108 Hand in Hand with Angels Larcom 332 Hannah Binding Shoes Larcom 329 Happiness in Little Things of the Present Trench (505 Happy are They A. T. De Vere ... 185 Harmosan Trench 606 Harsh Judgments Faber 216 Harvesting Bloomjield 41 Harvest Time Thomson 5y2 Health Necessary to Happy Life Thomson 597 Heart Essential to Genius Simms 502 Heart-glow Whitney 638 Heart Oracles M. M. Dodge .... 192 Heart Superior to Head Rogers 461 Heaven near the Virtuous Larcom 333 Heliotrope Kimball 319 Helvellyn Scoil 481 Hereafter Spofford 529 Heroes £■./>. Proctor .... 448 Hester Lamb 325 Hidden Sins O'Reilly 401 Hints of Pre-existence Tapper 619 History of a Life B. W.Procter ... 445 Hohenlinden Campbell 112 Homage Winter 059 Home and Heaven Very 627 Home, ■\S^)unded Dobell 189 Hope Goldsmith 237 Hope for All Tennyson 574 Hope in Adversity Campbell 116 How are Songs Begot and Bred ? Stoddard 541 How Delicious is the Winning Campbell 110 Hon- the Heart's Ease first fame Herrick 266 How they Brought the Good News from Ghjgnt to Al\ . . R. Browning . ... 70 Hudson River Parsons 408 Husbaii 1 to Wife Tennyson 579 Hymn t efore Sunrise in the Valley of Chamouni . . . . S. T. Coleridge ... 138 Hymn for Anniversary Marriage Days Withers 662 Hymn to Trust ffolmes 279 Hymn to Contentment Parnell 407 Hymn to Cynthia Jonson 310 Hymn to the Flowers H. Smith 510 I. I Count my Time by Times that I Meet Thee Gilder 232 Ifleals Fawcett 219 I Die for thy Sweet Love £. W. Procter ... 446 If M. R. Smith .... 513 IfthisBeAll A. Bronte 53 If Thou Wert by my Side Heber 258 If We Had but a Dav Dickinson IBS If You Love Me L. Clark 128 I in 'I'hee and Thou in Me . . . Cranch 176 Ilka IJIiid.' o' Grass Keps its ain !)rap o' Dew Ballantine 28 Ill-i'hosen Pursuits Tapper 614 Ill-christened Tapper 618 CONTENTS. PACiK II Penseroso Milton 87fi Imagined Reply of Eloisa Howe ...... 2>-P I'm Gromng Old . . . .' Saxe 474 Imitation Richardmn .... 459 Immortality J/. Arnold 24 Impressions du Matin O. Wilde 64S In a Grraveyard Hay 2.o;> In an Hour Perry 41. t In Arabia J. B.' Bennel .... Sft In a Year B. Broirning .... 6S In Blossom Time Coolhrith 15o Incompleteness A. A. Prooier . . . 44H Independence Thomson 5't4 • I Never Cast a Flower away C. B. Sovihey . . . Lib In Extremis , J. T. Fields .... 226 In Garfield's Danger . Brackelt o2 Ingratitude Shakespeare .... 484 In Kittery Churchyard Thavter 589 In Memory of Barry Cornwall Swinhurne .... 552 In no Haste Landor Si" In Praise of his Lady Love Compared with all Others . . . Earl of Surrey . . . 551 In School Days J. G. Whittier ... 640 Inscription Byron 94 In Struggle E. B. Brotrniny . . 67 Insufficiency of the World E. Younrp 680 In the Dark G. Arnold 23 In the Meadows B. Taylor 566 In the Quiet of Naturfe Cotlon 154 In View of Death M. Collins 144 I prithee Send me back my Heart Svcklhitj 550 I Remember, I Remember Hood 280 I Saw from the Beach Moore 887 Isolation E. Gray 240 I Wandered by the Brookside J^ord Houf/h/oti . . . 287 I will Abide in thine House Whilney 638 I will not Love Landor 328 J. Jasmine Hayne 251 (Teanie Morrison • • - Motherwell .... .S92 Jerusalem the Golden 3fassey 367 Jesus, Lover of my Soul Wesley 632 John Anderson my Jo Burns 84 Joy to be Shared E. Yomuj 978 Judge Not A. A. I'rocler . . . 440 Judgment in Studying it Dryden 205 June . Bryant .... .73 June Liiirell 351 Just Judgment Pope 432 Justice Richardson .... 459 K. Keep Faith in Love , Miller 374 Kindness first Known in a Hospital E. B. Browninff ... 06 Labor Lord, //oiiulifun . . . 286 Laborare est Orare F. S. Osgood .... 402 Lady Clare Vere de Vera Tennyson 588 CONTENTS. xi PAGE Lagriraas /Tat/ 255 Lake George HiUard 269 L'AUegro Milton 3T5 Landing of the Pilgrims nemans 2«« Latvse Whitney «38 Last Allen 15 Last Lines E. Bronte 54 Last Verses M. Collins 144 Last Verses Motherwell .... 391 Last Words S. M. B. Piatt ... 419 Late Valuation Tapper 620 L:iP.nch thy Bark, Mariner C. B. Southey . . . 514 Laura, my Darling Stedman 535 Learning is Labor Crabbe 164 Letters Tapper 615 Life Barbauld 28 Life Bryant 76 Life A. Cary 119 Life Crabbe 168 Life B. W. Procter ... 444 Life Tapper 620 Life from Death Holland 273 Life in Death Saeaye 472 Life's Mystery A. Cary 122 Life's Mystery Sioice 544 Life's Theatre Shitk-eiipeare .... 484 Life's Vicissitudes Shakespeare .... 487 Life will be Gone ere I have Lived C.Bronte 54 Light Hoardillon .... 50 Light on the Cloud Savage 473 Light Shining out of Darkness Cowper 157 Like a Laverock in the Lift Fean Ingeloiv . . • 307 Like as a Nurse Vaughan 626 Listening for God Gannett 228 Litany to the Holy Spirit llerrivk 266 Little Jerry, the Miller Saxe 474 Little Kindnesses Talfonrd 502 Little Martin Craghan Gnslafson 245 Little Mattie E. B. Browning . . . 61 Lone Mountain Cemetery Bret Harte .... 252 Long Ago //.//. Broicnell ... 59 Lord Byron PoUok 428 Lord. Many Times I Am Aweary Trench 608 Lord LTUin's Daughter ..." Campjbell Ill Losses Brown 56 Lost Days D. O. Ro.tnetti ... 468 Love Botta 50 Love S. Butler 87 Love Byron 97 Love S' T. Coleridge ... 141 Love Scott 478 Love Tennyaon 579 Love Bettered by Time Homl 2S4 Love, Hope, and Patience in EduciiUoii S. T. Coleridge ... 140 Love in Age Tilton 598 Love me if I Live B. W. Procter ... 444 Love of Country and of Home Montgomery .... 382 Love of the (Country Blooinfield 42 Love Reluctant to Endanger If. Taylor 570 Love's Reward Bourdillon .... 50 Love shall Save us all Thavter 588 Love's Immortality P. Sonthey 517 Love's Jealousy Gilder 233 Love's Sonnets Boker ... . . 46 Love's Philosophy Shelley 492 Love, the Retriever of Past Losses '^hakexpeare .... 489 Love, the Solace of Present Calaiuitv Shakexpeitre .... 4i58 Love Unalterable ." Shakespeare .... 489 xii CONTENTS. PAGE Low Spirits Faber 217 Lucy Wordsworth .... 672 M. Madonna Mia O. Wilde 647 Maiden and Weathercock If. W. Longfellow . . 343 Maid of Athens Byron 94 Major and Minor Curtis 181 Make thine Angel Glad O. I\ Bates .... 31 Making Peace S. M. B. Piatt ... 420 Man Pope 430 Man and Woman Tennyson 578 Manhood Simrns 503 Man's Dislike to be Led Crahbe 166 Man's Restlessness . Rogers 461 Man was Made to Mourn Burns 85 Ma])le Leaves T. B. Aldrich ... 12 March Morris 389 Marco Bozzaris IlaUeck 248 Masks r. B. Aldrich ... 12 Maud MuUer d. O. Whiiiier ... 643 May and the Poets Hunt ....... 301 May in Kingston Abbey 2 May to April Freneau 228 Measure for Measure Spofford 631 Melancholy Hood 279 Melrose Abbey by Moonlight Scott 478 Memorial Hall Cranch 174 Memory Goldsoiilh 237 Memory Rogers 403 Mene, Mene Symond.-< 55£ Mental Beauty \ke7iside 7 Mental Supremacy Tupper 616 Mercy Shakespeare .... 486 Mercy to Animals Oowper IGO Middle Life Hedderwick .... 258 Midnight Brownell 58 Midsummer Trowbridge .... 609 Midwinter Trowbridge .... 608 Mine Own Leland 339 Misspent time ■\. J)e Vere .... 184 Monterey Hoffman 270 Morning and Evening by the Sea J. T. Fields .... 225 Move Eastward, Happy Earth Tetinyson 585 Music in the Air Curtis 181 Music when Soft Voices Die Shelley 492 Mutability Shelley 495 Mv Ain Countree Deoiarest 183 My Child Pierpont 422 My Comrade and I . .* Troicbridge .... 613 My Held is like to Rend, Willie Mothenrcll .... 391 My Life is like the Summer Rose R. H. Wilde .... 649 My Little Boy that Died Craik 172 My Love is on her Way Baillie 27 My Old Straw Hat F. Cook 150 My Own Song Spoford 531 My Playmate f. /ron 107 Quarlex 451 A. A. Procter ... 440 Byron. IW Shelley 490 xiv CONTENTS. PAGK On his Blindness Milton 379 Only Hugeman 247 Only Waiting Mace 3(50 On Man Quarles 451 On Reaching Twenty-Three Milton 380 On Reading Chapman's Homer Keats 314 On Sin Quarles 451 On the Bluff ffay 254 On the Death of John Rodman Drake Halleck 251 On the Headland B. Taylor 564 On the Hillside Symondu 559 On the Lake Webster 631 On the Life of Man Quarles 451 On the Reception of Wordsworth, at Oxford Talfourcl 562 On the Picture of a Child Tired of Play Willis 651 On the Righi Holland 275 On the Shortness of Life Cowley 156 On the Tombs in Westminster Abbev Beatbmont 87 On Time " Milton 874 On True and False Taste in Music W. Collins 145 Other Mothers Butts 89 O Thou who Dry'st the Mourner's Tears Moore 886 Our Homestead P. Cary 127 Our Neighbor Spofford 530 Our Own Sangster 468 Ours Preston 434 Out of the Deeps of Heaven Stoddard 542 O ye Tears Mackay 364 P. Pain and Pleasure Stoddard 542 Palmistry Spofford 530 Passage from the Prelude A. Fields 225 Paternal Love Scott 478 Patience Richardson .... 45!) Patience Trench 004 Payments in Store Scott 47'.» Peace Vaitghan 622 Peace and Pain O'Reilly ;i91t Penance of the Ancient Mariner 5. 7". Coleridge . . . 135 Peradventure J. C. R. Dorr .... li'l Perfect Love E. B. Browning ... 64 Persia Mitchell 370 Pescadero Pebbles Savage 472 Philip my King Craik 171 Philosophy C)-abl>e 160 Picture of Marian Erie E.B.Browning. . . Oi Pleasant Prospect Lazarus 336 Pleasure Mixed with Pain Wyatt 677 Plighted Craik 171 Poor Andrew E. Elliott 211 Power of Poesv A. T. De Vere ... 184 Power of the World E. Young 683 Prayer Montgomery .... 384 Procrastination Tupper 621 Procrastination and Forgetfulness of Death E. Young 677 Progress in Denial Simms 501 Prometheus Byron 91 Proposal B. Taylor 565 Prospice R. Browning .... 68 Providence Vaughan 023 Pure and Happy Love Thomson 591 Purity ('■ Houghton .... 286 Pursuit and Possession T. B, AldricA ... 11 CONTENTS. XV Q. PAGE Quebec at Sunrise Street 545 Quebec 4t Sunset Street .'..'...'. 545 Questionings Hedge ...!!! 259 R. Rattle the "Window Stoddard 541 Reading the Milestone J. J. Piatt 418 Real Estate frowtjridge . . . . (ilO Rpison an aid to Revelation Coicley 15i) Rebecca's Hymn Scott .'...'... 479 Recognition of a Congenial Spirit Moore, '.'.'..'.'. 3S5 Recompense Sinimx ...'.'.'. 5i)'2 Recompense. Tilion 601 Reconciliation Tenni/mn 577 Refuge from Doubt Milter 373 Kegret q, Hounhton . . . . '2s5 Relaxation //. Tai/Zor 571 Remedial Suffering R. SnUhei/ . . . . 516 Remember Lazarun 33S Remember c. G. /io.saeiti . . . -idb Eepose Tlioi,imn 5!t5 Remembrance E. Bronte 54 Remorse . . . liny ....... i'53 Rencontre T. B. Aldrich. ... 11 Requiescat o. n'i/de 048 Reverie T/iaxter 587 Resigning Cniik 172 Riches of a Man of Taste Ak~ei>xide 6 Ring out, Wild Bells Tennyson 576 Ripe Grain Goodale 237 Rock me to Sleep Allen.' 15 Rondel Fai/ 222 Rosaline Lodge 340 Rose Aylmer Landor 328 Rubies Landor 327 Rule, Britannia Thomson 597 s. Sabbath Morning Grahame 289 Sadness Born of Beauty Trench 603 Sailor's Song G. P. Lathrop . . . 335 Sands of Dee Kingnle.y 321 Saturday Afternoon WUUh 651 Scene after a Summer Shower Norton 396 Scorn not the Sonnet Wordiiworth 675 Secrets Wheeler 638 Seeking the Mayflower Stedman 538 Self Symond.0 The Children Dickinson 187 The Charms of Nature Beaftie 34 The Close of Spring C. T. Smith .... 507 The Closing Scene Read 4.54 The Cloud " Shelley 402 The Common Lot Motitiinmer;/ .... 3s3 The Condemned Crabbe .!.... 100 The Conqueror Tnpjier 016 The Conqueror's Grave Bryant 79 The Coral Grove Pereival 413 The Coral Insect Siqonrney 500 The Covered Bridge Harker '. 29 The Cricket C. T. Smith .... 501 The Crowded Street Bryant 78 The Crowning Disappointment E. Young 079 The Cry of the Human E. B. Broaiiing . . . 65 ;"l e Cuckoo Logan 341 r'lP Curtain of the Dark Larcom 330 i lie Daffodils , Wordsworth . . .671 xviii CONTENTS. PAGE The Dead Bee F. Bates 32 The Dead Christ .• ffntue 291 The Deaf Dalesman Wordsworth .... 069 The Death-bed ffood 281 The Death of the Old Tear Tennyson 582 The Death of the Virtuous Bai-hanld 28 The Development of Poetic Creations Akenside 5 The Diamond Trench. Hil6 The Difference Bourdillon .... ol The Dignity and Patience of Genius Tupper 615 The Discoverer Stedman 538 The Distant In Nature and Experience Campbell 115 The Doorstep Stedman 537 The Ebb Tide B. Southey 522 The End of "the Virtuous E. Young 680 The Ermine Trench 605 The Evening Cloud Wilson 657 The Evening Wind Bryant 76 The Faded Violet T.B. Aldrich ... 11 The Family Meeting Sprague 533 The Fate of Poverty Johnson 309 The Father B. Taylor 564 The Ferry of Galloway A. Gary 120 The First Day of Death Byron 97 The First Grav Hair T. H. Bayly .... 38 The First Spring Day C. G. Rossetii ... 465 The Flight of Youth H. Coleridge .... 133 The Flight of Youth Stoddard 540 The Flower o' Dumblane Tannnhill .... 563 The Flowers of the Forest J. Elliot 210 The Flowers in the Ground '^. M. B. Piatt ... 421 The Folly of Hoarding Thomson. 596 The Force of Trifles Tupper 619 The Fountain of Youth Butterworth .... 89 The Four Seasons Tilton 600 The Freedom of the Good Cowper 158 The Free Mind Garrison 229 The Fringed Gentian Bri/ant 77 The Future Life Bryant 78 The Generosity of Nature Lou^ell 349 The Gift .. Webster 631 The Glory of Death E. Young 681 The Golden Hand J.J. Piatt 418 The Golden Silence Winter 661 The Good Time Coming Mackay 363 The Grasshopper and Cricket Hu7it 300 The Greenwood Borates 51 The Groomsman to his Mistress Parsons 410 The Happiness of Passing one's Age in Familiar Places . . Goldsmith 235 The Health Stoddard 542 The Heliotrope Mace 361 The Heritage Loioell 348 The Highest Good Parker 406 The Holly Tree R. Southey .... 518 The Horse of Adonis Shakespeare .... 488 The Hour of Death ffemans 261 The Housekeeper Lamh 325 The Human Tie M. M. Dodge .... 191 The Humble Bee Emerson 214 The Husband and Wife's Grave Dana 181 The Iconoclast R. T. Cooke .... 152 The Inner Calm Bonar 48 The Invocation ffemans 261 The Isles of Greece Byron 98 The Ivy Green Dickens 187 The Kingliest Kings Massey 369 The Kitten Baillie 26 The Lack of Children R. Browning .... 71 CONTENTS. xix PACE The Ladder of St. Augustine B. W. Longfelloio . . 341 The Lady Jaqiieline p. Gary 124 The Land of the Leal Nairn 394 The Last Appeal KimhuU . . . . . 320 The Las,t Man CampbeU 109 The Lent Jewels Trench ...... 604 The Lesson of the Bee Botta 50 The Lie ... ■. Raleigh 452 The Lig-ht in the Window Mackay 364 The Light of lleason Dryden 204 The Lily-pond O. P. Lathrop . . . ,334 The Little Shroud Landon 326 The Long White Seam Ingeloxr. 307 The Lost May B. Taylor 567 The Love-letter J.J. Piatt 418 The Maid of Orleans Girding for Battle R. SotUhey 517 The Marriage of Despair Brooks 56 The Meeting ....... II. W. Longfellow . . 342 The Means to Attain Happy Life Earl of Surrey . . . 551 The Midges Dance aboon the Burn . .• Tannahill .563 The Misery of Excess Byron 100 The Model Preacher Dryden 207 The Mood of Exaltation A.T.De Vere ... 186 The Mother's Grief Coolhrith 154 The Mysteries Hovellts 292 The Mystery B. Taylor 567 The Mystery of Life Sir H. Tai/lor ... 570 The Mulberries llozvelln .' 292 Then R.T.Cooke 1.53 The Name in the Bark Troicbridge .... 607 The Nightingale Trench 605 The Nun and Harp Spoford 529 The Nuns' Song Tennyson 581 The Old Man of the Mountain Trov'bridge .... 611 The Old Man's Comforts, and how he Gained them . . . R. Southey 517 The Old Man's Motto Satre 473 The Old Oaken Bucket Woodivorth .... 666 The Old Schoolhouse Rogers 464 The Old Sergeant Will.ion 655 The Old Story PreseoU 433 The Old Year and the New G. I". Bales .... 31 The One Universal Sympathy E.B.Browning. . . 67 The Only Light Wesley 632 The Organist K. L. Bates .... ■'■'/ The Other Life the End of This E. Young 681 The Other World Siotce M4 The Paradise of Cabul Micliell 371 The Parting Drayton 19S The Pas.sage from Birth to Age Rogers 462 The Passions Collins 145 The Past Bryant 73 The Pauper's Deathbed C. A. B. Southey . . 514 The Pauper's Funeral R. Southey 519 The Perils of Genius Crahhe 163 The Perpetuity of Song J. T. Fields .... 225 The Perversion of Great Gifts Rogers 460 The Petrified Fern Branch 53 The Picket Guard . . Beers 35 The Pilgrim Fathers .... Pierpont 422 The Pleasures Arising from Vicissitude Gray 243 The Poet . . . : Landon -27 The Poet's Friends ffowel/s -'■'- The "Poet's Praver" E. Elliott 212 The Poet's Song to his Wife B. W. Procter . . . 445 The Poplar Field Cowper 157 The Ponte di Paradiso Symonds 560 The Post-boy Covper 161 The Power of Suggestion Tapper 617 XX CONTENTS. The Prairie Ilay . . The Prayer to Mnemosyne Symonds The Press E. Elliott The Pressed Gentian J. G. Whittier The Press of Sorrow Holland The Primrose Ilerriok . . The Problem Emerson . The Prodigals Dohson . . The Prophet's Souff Goldsmith . The Prop of Faith Wofd.ncorth The Piillev Herbert . . The Purple of the Poet F.Smith . The Pursuit Vaiiyhnn . The Question Winter . . The Raven A. Poe . . There is Nothing New under the Sun Gilder . . There'll Come a Day Preston . . The Restored Pictures Trotcbridge The Return of Kane Brownell . The Rhodora Emerson . The Ptide of Collins Graves O'Reilly . The Right must Win Faber . . The River of Life Campbell . The Rose T. B. Aldrich The Rose Waller . . The Rose of Jericho Seaver . . The Sailor's Wife Jlickle . . The Sandpiper T?uixter . . The Sea B. W. Prootei The Sea-Umits D. G. Possett The Seasons Bennett . The Seed (Jrowing Secretly Vaucjhiin The Selfish " Rogers . The Shadow Preston . The Ship Becalmed S. T. Coleridg The Shipwreck Wilson . The Shower Vaughan. The Sight of Angels J.J. Piatt The Silent Lover Raleigh . The Skylark Hogg . . The Sleep E. B. Browning The Snake * Trench . The Solace of Nature Wordsworth The Soldanella Clarl- . The Song of the Camp B. Taylor The Song of the Shirt Hood . . The Soul Pana . The Soul's Farewell Gould . The Soul's Progress Chocked Cowper . The Source of Man's Ruling Passion Tupper . The Sower Gilder . The Speed of Hapov Hours Spencer . The Spring-time will Riturn Sargent. The Squire's Pew Taylor . The Stanza added to Wiillti's " Rose" H.K.White The Stars M. M. Dodge The Star-Spangled r>a;inor Key . . The State of the World had Moil Li \ed at Kase Thom.fon The Sting of Death Payne . The Sunrise never Failed us vet Thaxter The Sun upon the Weirdlaw "Hill "^cott . . The Sweet Neglect Jonson . The Teacher Crahbe . The Tears of Heaven Tennyson, The Tempest Tlionison The Terror of Death Keals. . The Test ^tedmon The Three Fishers Kingsley CONTENTS. XXI The Three Lights Whitney . The Tides Longfellow . The Tiger Blake . . The Tiger Trench . . The' Touchstone Alhngham The True Measure of Life P- J- Bailey The Tryst Stedninn . The Two Angels Longfellow The Two Birds . . . : F.Bates . The Two Brides Stoddard . The Twofold Power of All Things B- Souihey The T%vo Great Cities Hageman . The Two Kisses ^- Browning The Two Ladders TUton . . The Two Streams -^"ff *'l, • * The Type of Struggling Humanity Hollana . . The Tvrannv of Mood Preslon . . The Undiscovered Country Medmaii . The Unexpressed 7v'"'K- ' ' The Universal Lot Cralbe . . The Universal Prayer 'W^ti^ ' ' The Vacillating Purpose Cr'abbe . . The Voiceless ffolmes . . The Voice of the Grass ^lif'^X' / .' , The Voices of Angels ST Colerulge 'ihe Village Preacher Goldsmtth. . The Village Schoolmaster (roldtonitli . The Violet fco« . . • The Violet ™<"'i' • • • The Way, the Trutli. and the Life Parker . . The White Flag n-inier . The Will Sj/mond.s . The Winged Worshippers Sprague . The Winter's Evening Onciier . . The Wise Man in Darkness Pi-ior . . The Wise Man in Light Prior . . The Wit Dryden . . The Woodland '/f'V"^'^ The Wood-turtle Ftnoceit . . The Word of Bane and Blessing /upper . . The World lery . . . The World Quarles The World a Grave £-^?""''„" The World is too much with us Wordsworth The World's Wanderers %"V„.'^ • ' The Worth of Fame BaiUie . . The Worth of Hours riinimond . 198 f/dliund . 275 Gilder . . . . 232 Byron . . . . 02 Sir H. Taylor . 571 Stoddard, . . . 541 xxiv CONTENTS. PAGE Where is Thy Favored Haunt? Keble 814 Where the Koses Grew Allen 16 Whilst Thee 1 Seek WUliumn 650 White Underneath R. S. Palfrey . ... 405 Why? Cranch 176 Why should we Faint and Fear to Live Alone ? Kehle 815 Why so Pale and Wan, Fond Lover ? Suckling 550 Why thus Longing? Sewall 483 Wife to Husband 0. G. Jiossetii ... 466 Wind and Sea JB. Taylor 565 Windijss Rain Hayne 257 Wisdom E. Young 684 Wisdom's Prayer Johnmn 808 Wishes for Obscurity Crowne 179 Wit Pojje 432 Withered Roses Winter 660 Woodbines in October C. F. Bates .... 31 Woodman, Spare that Tree Morris 888 Words for Parting Clement 129 Work and Worship W. A. Butler. ... 87 Worship Bichardson .... 4.58 Worth and Cost Holland 273 Wouldn't you Like to Know ? Saace 475 Would Wisdom for Herself be Wooed ? Patmore 411 Wounds Fawcett 220 Wrecked in the Tempe.st Falconer 217 Written at an Inn at Henley Shenstone 498 Written on Sunday Morning B. Southey 519 Te Mariners of England Camphell .... 110 Yield not, thou Sad One, to Sighs Lover 848 Young Sophocles taking the Prize A. Field x 228 Youth and Age S. T. Coleridge . . . 140 youth's Agitations M. Arnold 24 Henry Abbey. TBE CALIPH'S MAGNANIMITY. A TRAVELLER across the deseit waste Found on his way a cool, pahn- shaded spring, And the fresh water seemed to his pleased taste. In the known world, the most de- licious thing. " Great is the caliph!" said he; "I for him Will fill my leathern bottle to the brim." He sank the bottle, forcing it to drink Until the gurgle ceased in its lank throat ; And as he started onward, smiled to think That he for thirst bore God's sole antidote. Days after, with obeisance low and meet. He laid his present at the caliph's feet. Forthwith the issue of the spring was poured Into a cup, on whose embossed outside, Jewels, like solid water, shaped a gourd. The caliph drank, and seemed well satisfied, Nay, wisely pleased, and straightway • gave counnand To line with gold the man's work- hardened hand. The. courtiers, looking at the round reward. Fancied that some unheard-of vir- tue graced The bottled burden borne for their loved lord. And of the liquid gift asked but to taste. The caliph answered from his potent throne : '• Touch not the water; it is mine alone!" But soon — after the humble giver went. O'erflowing Mith delight, which bathed his face — The calipli told his courtiers the intent Of his denial, saying: " It is base Not to accept a kindness when ex- pressed By no low motive of self-interest. " The water was a gift of love to me. Which I with golden gratitude re- paid. I would not let the honest giver see That, on its way, the crystal of the shade Had changed, and was impure; for so, no less. His love, thus scorned, had turned to bitterness. " I granted not the warm, distasteful draught To asking lips, because of firm mis- trust. Or kindly fear, that, if another quatfed. He would reveal his feeling of dis- gust. And he, who meant a favor, would depart, Bearing a wounded and dejected heart." \BBEY. MAY IN KINGSTON. Our old colonial town is new with May: The loving trees that clasp across tlie streets. Grow greener sleeved with bursting buds each day. Still this year's May the last year's May repeats; Even the old stone houses half renew Their youth and beauty, as the old trees do. Fiigh over all, like some divine de- sire Above our lower thoughts of daily care, The gray, religious, heaven-touching spire Adds to the quiet of the spring- time air,' And over roofs the birds create a sea. That has no shore, of their May melody. Down through the lowlands now of lightest green. The undecided creek winds on its way. There the lithe willow bends with graceful mien. And sees its likeness in the depths all day; While in tlie orchards. Hushed with May's warm light. The bride-lik(; fiuit-trees dwell, at- tired in white. But yonder loom the momitains old and grand. That off, along dim distance, rcai-h afar, And high and vast, against the sini- set stand, A dreamy range, long and iri'cg- ular — A caravan that never passes by, W"liose camel-backs are laden with the sky. So, like a caravan, our outlived years Loom on the introspective land- scape seen Within the heart: and now, when May appears, .\u(l earth renews its vernal bloom and green. We but renew our longing, and we say : ' ' Oh , woulil that life might ever be all May! "Would that the bloom of youth v/hich is so brief. The bloom, the May, the fullness ripe and fair Of cheek and limb, might fade not as the leaf; W^ould that the heart might not grow old with care. Nor love turn bitter, nor fond hope decay ; But soul and body lead a life of May!" FACIE BAT. As thoughts possess the fashion of the mood That gave them birth, so eveiy deed we do Partakes of our inborn disquietude Which spui'us the old and reaches toward the new. The noblest works of human art and pride Show that their makers were not satisfied. For, looking down the ladder of our deeds. The rounds seem slender; all past work appears Unto the doer faulty; the -heart bleeds, And ]:)ale Regret comes weltering in tears, To think how poor our best has been, how vain. Beside the excellence we would at/ tain. ADAMS — A DDISON. 3 Sarah Flower Adams. NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE. Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee: E'en tlioiigh it be a cross That raisetli me, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee. Nearer to thee. Though like a wanderer. Daylight all gone, Darkness be over me. My i-est a stone, Yet in my dreams, I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, • Nearer to thee. There let the way appear Steps up to heaven ; All that thou sendest me In mercy given. Angels to beckon me Nearer, my .God, to thee. Nearer to thee. Then with my waking thoughts. Bright with thy praise, Out of mv stony griefs. Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee. Or if on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky. Sun, moon, and stars forgot Upward I fly. Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee. Joseph Addison. APOSTROPHE TO LIBERTY. O Liberty, thou goddess heavenly bright. Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight! Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign. And smiling plenty leads thy wanton train ; Eased of her load, subjection grows more light. And poverty looks cheerful in thy sight; Thou mak'st the gloomy face of na- ture gay, Giv'st beauty to the sun, and pleas- ure to the day. Thee, goddess, thee, Britannia's isle adores; How has she oft exhausted all her stores, How oft in fields of death thy pres- ence sought, Nor thinks the mighty prize too dearly bought! On foreign mountains may the sim refine The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine; With citron groves adorn a distant soil, And the fat olive swell with floods of oil: We envy not the warmer clime, that lies In ten degrees of more indulgent skies; Nor at the coarseness of our heaven repine, Though o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine: 'Tis liberty that crowns Britannia's isle. And makes her barren rocks and h'^' bleak mountains smile. ARE N SIDE. CATO'S SOLILOQUY. 2t must be so — Plato, tlioxi reason' st well! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality? Or whence this secret dread, and in- ward horror, Of falling into nonght ? why shrinks the sonl Back on herself, and startles at destruction? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being. Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ? The wide, th' imbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — he nuist delight in virtue; And that which he delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for C^aisar. I'm weaiy of conjectm-es. This must (nid them. [Laying Ida hand on hin sword.] Tlius am 1 doubly armed : my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me: This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me 1 shall never die. The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the (huvvn dagger, and defies its poiul. The stars shall fade away, the smi himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years; But thou sluilt flourish in immortal youth. Unhurt anudst the wars of ele- ments, The wieck of matter, and the crush of •.\r)rlds. What means this heaviness that hangs upon me? This lethaigy that creeps through all my senses ? Nature o])pressed, and harassed out with care. Sinks down to rest. This once I'll favor her. That my awakened soul may take her flight, Renewed in all her strength, and fresh with life. An offering fit for heaven. Let guilt oi- fear Disturb man's rest: Cato knows nei- ther of them; Indifferent in his choice to sleep or die. Mark Akenside. ON A SERMON AGAINST OLORY. Come then, tell me, sage divine, Is it an offence to own That our bosoms e'er incline Toward immortal Glory's throne? For with me nor pomp, nor pleasure, Bourbon's might, Braganza's treasure, So can fancy's dream rejoice. So conciliate reason's choice. As one approving wonl of her impar tial voice. AKENtiWE. If to spiirn at noble praise Be the passport to tliy heaven, Follow thou tliose gloomy ways — No such law to me was given ; Nor^ 1 trust, shall 1 deplore me. Faring like my friends before me; Nor an holier place desire Than Timoleon's arms acquire. And Tully's curule chair, and Mil- ton's golden lyre. [From Pleasures of the Imagination.] THE DEVELOPMENT OF POETIC AND AJiTISTIC CREATIONS. By these mysterious ties, the busy power Of memory her ideal train preserves Entire; or when they would elude her watch, Reclaims their fleeting footsteps from the waste Of dark oblivion ; thus collecting all The various forms of being, to present Before tiie curious eye of mimic art Their largest choice: like Spring's unfolded blooitiR Exhaling sweetness, that "^.b<^ skilful bee May taste at will from their selected spoils To woik her dulcet food. For not the expanse Of living lakes in summer's noontide calm, Keflects the bordering shade and sun- bright heavens With fairer semblance; not the sculptured gold More faithful keeps the graver's lively trace. Than he whose birth the sister- powers of art Propitious viewed, and from his genial star Shed influence to the seeds of fancy kind. Than his attempered bosom must preserve The seal of nature. There alone, michanged Her form remains. The balmy walks of May Tliere breathe perennial sweets: the trembling chord Kesomids forever in the abstracted ear. Melodious; and the virgin's radiant Superior to disease, to grief, and time, Shines with unbating lustre. Thus at lengtli Endowed witli all that nature can bestow. The child of fancy oft in silence bends ()*er these mixed treasures of his pregnant ])i'east With conscious pride. From them he oft resuives To frame he knows not what excel- ling things. And win he knows not what sublime leward Of praise and wonder. By degrees the mind Feels her young nen'es dilate: the plastic powers Labor for action: blind emotions heave His bosom; and with loveliest frenzy caught, From earth to heaven he rolls his daring eye, From iK-a^'en to earth. Anon ten tliousaud shapes, Like spectres trooping to the wiz- ard's call. Flit swift before him. From the Momb of earth. From ocean's bed they come: the eternal heavens Disclose their splendors, and th( dark abyss Pours out her births unknowi With fixed gaze He marks the rising phantoms. Nov compares Their different foi-ms; now bUnids them, now divides; Enlarges and extenuates by turns; Opposes, ranges in fantastic bands. And inlinitely varies. Hit her now. Now thither fluctuates his iucunstan' aim, 6 AKENSIDE. WitL endless choice perplexed. At length his plan jiegins to open. Lucid order dawns ; And as from Chaos old the jarring seeds Of nature at the voice divine repaired Each to its place, till rosy earth un- veiled Her fragrant hosom, and the joyful sim Sprung up the blue serene ; by swift degrees Thus disentangled, his entire design Emerges. Colors mingle, features join, And lines converge : the fainter parts retire; The fairer eminent in light advance ; And every image on its neighbor smiles. Awhile he stands, and with a father's joy Contemplates. Then with Prome- thean art Into its proper vehicle he bi-eathes The fair conception which, embodied thus. And permanent, becomes to eyes or ears An object ascertained: while thus informed. The various objects of his mimic skill, The consonance of sounds, the feat- ured rock, The shadowy picture, and impas- sioned verse, Beyond t'eir proper powers attract the soul By that expressive semblance, while in sight Of nature's great original we scan The lively child of art; while line by line. And feature after feature, we refer To that divine exemplar whence it stole Those animating charms. Thus beauty's palm Betwixt them wavering hangs: ap- plauding love Doubts where to choose; and mortal man aspires To tempt creative praise. [ From Pleasures of the Imagination.'] RICHES OF A MAN OF TASTE. What though not all Of mortal offspring can attain the heights Of envied life; though only few pos- sess Patrician treasures or imperial state; Yet nature's care, to all her children just. With richer treasures and an ampler state. Endows, at large, whatever happy man Will deign to use them. His the city's pomp. The rural honors his. . Whate'er adorns The princely dome, the column and the arch. The bi'eathing marbles and the sculptured gold. Beyond the proud possessor's narrow claim, His tuneful breast enjoys. For him, ■the Spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves imfolds: for him, the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile blanch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from lier wings; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt att raf^t him. Not a ])reeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, Imt whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure imi'cproved. Nor fhencc j>artakos Fresh pleasure only: forth' atten1iv( mind, By 11 lis harmonious action on her powers, AKEN8IDE. Becomes herself harmonious: wont so oft In outward things to meditate tlie charm Of sdcred order, soon she seeks at home To find a Icindred order to exert Within lierscif tliis elegance of love, This fair inspired delight: her tem- per' d powers Refine at lengtli, and every passion wears A chaster, milder, more attractive mien. I iFrom Pleasures of the Imagination.] MENTAL BEAUTY. Thus doth beauty dwell There most conspicuous, e'en in out- ward shape, Where dawns the high expression of a mind : By steps conducting om- enraptured search To that eternal origin, whose power, Through all th' unbounded symrae- tiy of things, Like rays effulging from the parent sun. This endless mixtiu-e of her charms diffused. Mind, mind alone, — bear witness, earth and heaven! — The living fountains in itself con- tains Of beauteous and sublime : here, hand in hand. Sit paramoimt the graces; here en- throned, Celestial Venus, with divinest airs. Invites the soul to never-fading joy. [From Pleasures of the Imagination.] ASPIRATIONS AFTER THE INFI- NITE. Say, why was man so eminently raised Amid the vast creation; why ordain'd Through life and death to dart his piercing eye, With thoughts beyond the limit of his frame; But that tir Omnipotent might send him forth In sight of mortal and immortal powers. As on a boundless theatre, to run The great career of justice; to exalt His generous aim to all diviner deeds ; To chase each partial purpose from his breast. And through the mists of passion and of sense. And through the tossing tide of chance and pain. To hold his course unfaltering, while the voice Of truth and virtue, up the steep ascent Of nature, calls him to his high re- ward, Th' applauding smile of heaven? Else wherefore burns In mortal bosoms this unquenched hope. That breathes from day to day sub- limer things. And mocks possession? wherefore darts the mind. With such resistless ardor, to embrace Majestic forms; impatient to be free; Spurning the gross control of wilful might; Proud of the strong contention of her toils; Proud to be daring ? • • • • • For from the birth Of mortal man, the sovereign Maker said. That not in humble nor in brief de- light, Not in the fading echoes of renown, Power's purple robes, noi- Pleasure's flowery lap. The soul should find enjoyment: but from these Turning disdainful to an equal good, Through all th' ascent of things en- large her view, Till every bound at length should disappear. And infinite perfection close tii« scene. AKERMAN— ALDRICH. Lucy Evelina Akerman. NOTHING BUT LEAVES. " He fouud nothing thereon but leaves." Matt. xxi. 19. Nothing but leaves; the spirit grieves Over the wasted life: Sin committed while conscience slept, Promises made but never kept, Hatred, battle, strife; Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves; no garner'd sheaves Of life's fair, ripen'd grain; iVords, idle words, for earnest deeds; iVe sow our seeds — lo! tares and weeds ; AVe reap with toil and pain Nothing but leaves ! Nothing but leaves ; memory weaves No veil to screen the past : As we retrace our weary way, Coimting each lost and misspen? day — We find, sadly, at last, Nothing but leaves ! And shall we meet the Master so, Bearing our wither' d leaves ? The ,Siivi(nir looks for perfect fruit, — We stand before him, humbled, mute; Waiting tlie words he breathes,— " Nothing but leaves!" James Aldrich. A DEATH-BED. Hek suffering ended with the day; Yet lived she at its close. And breathed thp long, long night away. In statue-like repose. But when the sim, in all his state, Illiuued the eastern skies. She passed through Glory's morning gate, And walked in Paradise ! Thomas Bailey Aldrich. THE BALLAD OF BABIE BELL Have you not heard the poets tell How came the dainty Babie Bell Into this Avorld of ours^^ The gates of heaven were left ajar: With folded hands auvi dreamy eyes, Wandering out of Paradise, yhe saw this yilanet, lilcc a star. Hung in the glistening depths of even, — Its bridges, running to and fro. O'er which the white-winged Angels SO. Bearing the holy Dead to heaven. She touched a bridge of flowers, those feet So light they did not bend the bells Of the celestial asphodels! They fell like dew upon the flowers, Then all the air grew sti'angely sweet' And thus came dainty Babie Bell Into this world of ours. She came and brought delicious May, The swallows built beneath the eaves; Like sunlight in and out th« leaves. The robins went the livciong day; ALDRICH. The lily swung its noiseless bell, And o'er the porch the trembling vine Seemed bursting with its veins of wine. How sweetly, softly, twilight fell! O, earth was full of singing-birds, And opening spring-tide flowers, When the dainty Babie Bell Came to this world of ours ! O Babie, dainty Babie Bell, How fair she grew from day to day! What woman-nature filled her eyes, What poetry within them lay: Those deep ami tender twilight eyes, So full of meaning, pure and bright As if she yet stood in the light Of those oped gates of Paradise. \nd so we loved her more and more ; Ah, never in our hearts before Was love so lovely born. We felt we had a link between This real world and that unseen, — The land beyond the morn. And foi' the love of those dear eyes. For love of her whom God led forth, (The mother' s being ceased on earth When Babie came from Paradise,) — For love of Him who smote our lives. And woke the chords of joy and pain. We said, Dear Christ! — Our hearts bent down Like violets after rain. And now the orchards, which were white And red with blossoms when she came, Were rich in autumn's mellow prime: The clustered apples burnt like r flame, f The soft-clieeked peaches blushed and fell, The ivory chestnut burst its shell. The grapes hung purpling in the grange : And time wrought just as rich a change In little Babie Be\l. Her lissome form more perfect grew. And in her features we could trace, In softened curves, her mother's face! Her angel-nature ripened too. We thought her lovely when she came, But she was holy, saintly now; Around her pale angelic brow We saw a slender ring of flame! God's hand had taken away the seal, That held the portals of her speech ; And oft she said a few strange words Whose meaning lay beyond our reach. She never was a child to us, AVe never held hei' being's key; If'e could not teach her holy things: She was Christ's self in purity. It came upon us by degrees: We saw its sha low ere it fell, The knowledge that our God liad sent His messenger for Babie Bell. We shuddered with urdanguaged pain, And all our hopes were ehangeu Ko fears, And all our thoughts ran into tears Like sunshine into rain. Yv'e cried aloud in our belief, " O, smite us gently, gently, God' Teach us to bend andkiss the rod And perfect grow through grief." Ah, how we loved her. God can te"" Her heart was folded deep in oiu's. Our hearts are broken, Babie Bell! At last he came, the messenger, The messenger from unseen lands And what did dainty Babie Bell? She only crossed her little hands. She only looked more meek and fair! We parted back her silken hair* We wove the roses round her brow. White l)iids, the summer's drifted snow, — Wrapt her from head to foot in flow- ers! And thus went dainty Babie Bell Out of this world of ours! lU ALDBICH. DESTINY. Three roses, wan as moonlight and weighed down Eacii with its loveliness as with a crown, Drooped in a florist's window in a town. The first a lover bought. It lay at rest. Like flower on flr vvc:-, that night, on Beauty's breast. The second rose, as virginal and fair, Shrimk in the tangles of a harlot's hair. The third, a widow, with new grief made wild. Shut in the icy palm of her dead child. AN UNTIMELY THOUGHT. I WONDER what day of the week — I wonder what month of the year — Will it be midnight, or morning, And who will bend over my bier ? — What a hideous fancy to come As I wait, at the foot of the stair, vVhile Lilian gives the last touch '^' her robe, or the rose in her hair. Do I like your new dress — pompa- dour ? And do I like you f On my life. You are eighteen, and not a day more, And have not been six years my wife. Those two rosy boys in the crib Up stairs are not ours, to be sure! — Yovx are just a sweet bride in her bloom. All sunshine, and snowy, and pure. As the carriage rolls down the dark street The little wife laughs and makes <*.heer ; But ... I wonder what day of the week, I wonder what month of the year. NAMELESS PAIN. In my nostrils the smnmer wind Blows the ex(juibite scent of the rose'i O for the golden, golden wind, Breaking the bads as it goes. Breaking the buds, and bending the grass. And spilling the scent of the rose! wind of the summer morn, Tearing the ])etals in twain. Wafting the fragrant soul Of the I'ose through valley and plain, 1 would you could tear my heart to- day. And scatter its nameless pain. UNSUNG. As sweet as the breath that goes From the lips of the white rose, As weird as the elfin lights That glimmer of f I'osty nights, As wild as the winds that tear The curled red leaf in the air, Is the song I have never sung. In slumber, a hundred times I have said the mystic rhymes, But ere I open my eyes This ghost of a poem flies; Of the interfluent strains Not even a note remains: I know by my pulses' beat It was something wild and sweet, And my heart is strangely stirred By an unremembercd word ! I strive, but I strive in vain, To I'ecall the lost refrain. On some miraculous day Perhaps it will come and stay; • In some unimagined iSpring 1 may lind my voice, ant! sing The song 1 have never sung. ALDRICH. n RENCONTRE. Toiling across the Mer de Glace 1 thought of, longed for thee ; What niiles between us stretched, alas! What miles of land and sea ! My foe, undreamed of, at my side Stood suddenly, like Fate. For those who love, the world is wide, But not for those who hate. THE FADED VIOLET. What thought is folded in thy leaves ! What tender thought, what speech- less pain! I hold thy faded lips to mine. Thou darling of the April rain ! I hold thy faded lips to mine. Though scent and azure tint are fled — dry, mute lips! ye are the type Of something in me cold and dead; Of something wilted like thy leaves; Of fragrance flown, of beauty dim; Yet, for the love of those white hands, That found thee by a river's brim — That found thee when thy dewy mouth Was purpled as with stains of wine — For love of her who love forgot, 1 hold thy faded lips to mine. That thou shouldst live when I am dead. When hate is dead, for me, and wrong, For this, I use my subtlest art, For this, I fold thee in my song. AFTER THE RAIN. The rain has ceased, and in my room The sunshine pours an airy flood ; And on the church's dizzy vane The ancient cross is bathed in blood. From out the dripping ivy-leaves, Antiquely-carven, gray and high, A dormer, facing westward, looks Upon the village like an eye: And now it glimmers in the sun, A globe of gold, a disc, a speck: And in the belfry sits a dove With purple ripples on her neck. PURSUIT AND POSSESSION. When I behold what pleasure is Pm suit. What life, what glorious eagerness it is; Then mark how full Possession falls from this. How fairer seems the blossom than the fruit — 1 am perplext, and often stricken mute Wondering which attained the higher bliss. The winged insect, or the chrysalis It thrust aside with unreluctant foot. Spirit of verse that still elud'st my art. Thou aiiy phantom that dost ever haunt me, O never, never rest upon my heart, If when I have thee I shall little want thee ! Still flit away in moonlight, rain, and dew. Will-o'-the-wisp, that I may still pursue SLEEP. When to soft Sleep we give ourselves away. And in a dream as in a fairy bark Drift on and on through the en- chanted dark To purple daybreak — little thought we pay To that sweet bitter world we know by day. We are clean quit of it, as is a lark So high in heaven no human eye maj mark £2 ALDRICH— ALEXANDER. The thin swift pinion cleaving through the gray. Till we awake ill fate can do no ill The resting heart shall not take up again The heavy load that yet must make it hleed ; For tliis brief space the loud world's voice is still, No fainte.'t echo of it brings us pain. How will it be when we shall sleep indeed ? MAShS. Black Tragedy lets slip her grim dis- guise And shows you laughing lips and roguisli eyes; But when, unmasked, gay Comedy appears, How wan her cheeks are, and wliat heavy tears! THE HOSE. Fixed to her necklace, like anotlier gem, A rose she wore — tlie flower June made for her; Fairer it looked than when upon th? stem. And must, indeed, have been much liappier. MAPLE LEAVES. October turned my maple's leaves to gold ; The most are gone now; here and there one lingers; .Soon these will slip from out the twigs' weak hold, Ijike coins between a dying miser's lingers. TO AXr POET. Out of the thousand verses you have writ. If Time spare none, you will not care at all; If Time spare one, you will not know of it: Nor shame nor fame can scale a churchyard wall. Cecil Frances Alexander. THE BURIAL OF MOSES. " And be buried bini in a valley in tbe land of Moab, over against Bctb-peor; but no man kiiowelb of bis sepulidire \into this ilay." By Nebo's lonely mountain. On this side Joi'dan's wave. In a vale in the land of Woab 'I'licre lies a lon(>ly grave. And no man knows that sepulchre. And no man saw it e'er. For the angels of <\od uittunied the sod And. laid the dead man there. That was the grandest funeral That ever pass'd on earth; But no man heard the trampling, Or saw the train go forth — Noiselessly as the daylight ("omes back when night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheelc (J rows into the great sun. Noiselessly as the spring-time Her Clown of verdure weaves, And all llic ti'ces on all the hills (JlH'U theii' thousand leaves; So without sound of music. Or voicf and misery. All woe and sorrow; life inflicts its worst On sold and body, — but we cannot die. Though we be sick, and tired, and faint and worn, — Lo, all things can be borne! ALLEN. IJJ WHERE THE ROSES GREW. This U where the roses grew, In the summer that is gone; Fairer bloom or richer Ime Never summer slione upon : O, the glories vanished hence! O, the sad imperfect tense ! This is where the roses grew When the July days were long, — When the garden all day througla "Echoed with delight and song; — Harlv! the dead and broken stalks Eddying down the windy walks! Never was a desert waste, Where no blossom-lifo is born, Half so dreaiy and unblest. Half so lonesome and forlorn, Since in this we dimly' see All the bliss that used to be. Where the roses used to grow ! And the west-wind's wailing words Tell in whispers faint and low Of the famished humming-birds, — Of the bees which search in vain For the honey-cells again ! This is where the roses grew, Till the ground was all perfume, And, whenever zephyrs blew. Carpeted with crimson bloom! Now the chill and scentless air, Sweeps the flower-plats brown and bare. Hearts have gardens sad as this, Where the roses bloom no more, — Gardens where no summer bliss Can tlie summer bloom restore, — Where the snow melts not away At the vvarming kiss of May ; — Gardens where the vernal morns Never shed their sunshine down, — Where are only stems and "ihorns. Veiled in dead leaves, curled and brown, — Gardens where we only see Where the roses used to be ' LAST. Friend, whose smile has come to be Very precious imto me. Though 1 know I drank not first. Of your love's bright fountain- burst. Yet I grieve no+ for the past, So you only love me last ! Other souls may find their joy In the blind love of a boy: Give me that which years hav( tried. Disciplined and purified, — Such as, braving sim and blast You will bring to me at last! ' There are brows more fair than mine. Eyes of more bewitching shine. Other hearts more fit, in truth, For the passion of your youth; But, their transient empire past, You will surely love me last! Wing away yom- summer time, Find a love in every clime, Iioam in liberty and light, — I sliall never stay your flight,- For I know, when all is past. You will come to me at last! Change and flutter as you will, I shall smile secm-ely still; Patiently I trust and wait Though you tarry long and late Prize your spring till it be past, Only, only love me last! ROCK ME TO SLEEP Bajkwaijd, turn backward, O Tinn ?)i your flight, Mak" n-e a child again just for to- night! Mother, come back f lom the echoless sliore. Take me again to your heart as oi yore; 16 ALLEN. Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep ; Uock me to sleep, mother, — rock me to sleep ! Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years ! I am so weary of toil and of tears, — Toil witliout recompense, tears all in vain, — Take them, and give me my child- hood again! J have grown weary of dust and de- cay, — Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away ; Weary of sowing for others to reap ; — Kock me to sleep, mother, — rock me to sleep ! Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue. Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you! Many a summer the grass has grown green. Blossomed and faded, our faces be- tween : Yet, with strong yearning and pas- sionate pain. Long I to-night for yovir presence again. Come from the silence so long and so deep ; — Eock me to sleep, mother, — rock me to sleep! Over my heart in the days that are flown, Ko love like mother-love ever has shone ; Xo other worship abides and en- dures, — Faithful, unselfisli, and patient like yours : None like a mother can charm away pairi ' From the sick soul ami tlie woi'ld- weary bniin. Slumber's soft calm o'er my lieavT lids creep; — Rock me to sleep, mother, — rock me to sleep ! Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold. Fall on your shoulders again as o< old ; Let it drop over my forehead to- night. Shading my faint eyes awav from the light; For with its sunny-edged shadows once more Haply will throng the sweeL visions of yore ; Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep ; — Rock me to sleep, mother, — rock me to sleep! Mother, dear mother, the years have been long Since 1 last listened your lullaby song; Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem* Womanhood's years have been only a dream. Clasped to your heart in a loving cm- brace, With your light lashes just sweeping my face, Never hereafter to wake or to weep ; — Rock me to sleep, mother, — rock uu to sleep ! UNTIL DEATH. Make me no vows of constancy, dear friend. To love me, though I die, thy whole life long. And love no other till thy days shall end ; Nay, it were rash and wrong. If thou canst love anothei-, be it so; I woidd not reach out of my quiet grave To bind thy heart, if it should choose to go : — Love should not b(! a slave. ALLEN. 17 My placid ghost, I trust, will walk serene In clearer light than gilds those eartlily morns. Above -the jealousies and envies keen Which scv this life with thorns. Thou wouidst not feel my shadowy caress. If, after death, my soul should lin- ger here; Men's hearts crave tangible, close tenderness, Love's presence, warm and iiear. It would not make me sleep more Ijeacefully That thou wert wasting all thy life in woe For my poor sake; what love thou hast for me. Bestow it ere I go ! Carve not upon a stone when I am dead The praises which remorseful mourners give To women' s graves, — a tardy recom- pense, — But speak them while I live. Jeap not the heavy marble on my head To shut away the sunshine and the dew; ijet small blooms grow there, and let grasses wave. And rain-drops filter through. Thou V7ilt meet many fairer and more gay Than I; but, trust me, thou canst never find One who will love and serve thee night and day With a more single mii;a. Forget me when I die ! The violets Above my breast will blossom just as blue, if or miss thy tears : e'en Nature's ^elf forgets; — But while 1 live, be true ! EVERY DAY. O, TiJiFLiNG tasks so often done, Yet ever to be done anew! O, cares which come with every sim, Morn after morn, the long years through ! We shrink beneath their paltry sway, — The irksome calls of every day. The restless sense of wasted power. The tiresome round of little things, Are hard to bear, as hour by hour Its tedious iteration brings; Who shall evade or who delay The small demands of every day ? The boulder in the torrent's course By tide and tempest lashed in vain. Obeys the wave-whirled pebble's force. And yields its substance grain by grain ; So crumble strongest lives away Beneath the wear of every day. Who finds the lion in his lair, Who tracks the tiger for his life, May wound tliem ere they are aware, Or conquer them in desperate strife ; Yet powerless he to scathe or slay The vexing gnats of every day. The steady strain that never stops Is mightier than the fiercest shock: The constant fall of water-drojjs Will groove the adamantine rock; We feel our noblest powers decay, In feeble wars with every day. We rise to meet a heavy blow — Our souls a sudden bravery fills — But we endure not always so The drop-by-drop of little ills! We still deplore and still obey The hard behests of every day. The heart \\\\\c\\ boldly faces death Upon tlie l)attle-field, and dan^s Cannon and bayonet, faints beneatti The ni'ciilc-iKtints of frets and cares '''he stoutest spirits they ilismay — The tiny stings of every day. 18 ALLINGHAM. And even saints of holy fame, Whose souls by faith have over- come, Who wore amid the cruel flame The molten crown of martyrdom, Bore not without complaint alway The petty pains of every day. Ah! more than martyr's aureole. And more than hero's heart of fire, We need the humble strength of soul Which daily toils and ills re(|uire; — Sweet Patience ! grant us, if you may, An added grace for every day. William Allingham. THE TOUCHSTONE. A MAN there came, whence none could tell, Bearing a touchstone in his hand ; And tested all things in the land By its unerring spell. Quick birth of transmutation smote The fair to foul, the foul to fair; Purple nor ermine did he spare, Nor scorn the dusty coat. Of heirloom jewels, prized so much. Were many changed to chips and clods. And even statues of the gods Crumbled beneath its touch. Then angrily the people cried, " The loss outweighs the profit far; Ovir goods suffice us as they are ; We will not have them tried." And since they could not so avail To check this unrelenting guest. They seized him, saying, " Let him test How real is our jail!" But, though they slew him with the sword. And in a fire his touchstone burned, Its doings could not be o'erturned. Its undoings restored. And when, to stop all future harm, They strewed its ashes on the breeze ; They little guessed each grain of these Conveyed the perfect charm. AUTUMNAL SONNET. Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night the monitory blast Wails in the keyhole, telling how it passed O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes, Or grim, wide wave; and now the power is felt Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods Than any joy indulgent Summer dealt. Dear friends, together in the glimmering eve. Pensive and glad, with tones that recognize The soft invisible dew in each one's eyes, It may be, somewhat thus we shall have leave To walk with Memory, when distant lies Poor Ka-Hh, where we were wont to live and grieve. ALLSTON — AFPLETON. 19 Washington Allston. BO YHOOD. Ah, then bow sweetly closed those crowded days! The minutes parting one by one like rays, That fade upon a sxnumei's eve. Bnt oh! what charm, or magic numbers 1 give bers Can give me back the gentle slum- Those weary, happy days did leave? When by my bed 1 saw my mother kneel, And with her blessing took her nightly kiss; Whatever Tiuje- destroys, he cannot this — E'en now that nameless kiss I feel. -. Thomas Gold Appleton. TO ROUSE, THE ART [ST. As when in watches of the night we see. Hanging in tremulous beauty o'er the bed, The face we loved on Earth, now from us fled; So wan, so sweet, so spiritually free From taint of Earth, thy tender drawings be. There we may find a friend remem- bered ; With a new aureole hovering round the head. Given by Art's peaceful immortal- ity. How many homes half empty fill the place Death vacates, with thy gracious sub- stitutes! Not sensuous with color, which may disgrace The memory of the body shared witli brutes ; But the essential spirit in the face; As angels see us, best, Affection suits. TO WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON, AFTER THE WAR. Oh! happiest thou, who from the shining height, Of tablelands serene can look below Where glared the tempest, and the lightning's glow, And see thy seed made harvest wave in light, And all the darkened land with God's smile bright! Leaving with him the Issue. Enough to know Albeit the sword hath sundered brotli- ers so, Yet God's vicegerent ever is the Right. Nor will he leave us bleeding, but his Time Which healetli all things will oiu* wounds make whole. W^hiie washed and cleansed of our fraternal ci'ime. Freedom shall count again her starrv roll ; All there, and moving with a step sublime To nuisic God sounds in the human soul. 20 ARNOLD. Edwin Arnold. SHE AND HE. "She is dead!" they said to liim. ' ' Come away ; Kiss her! and leave her! — thy love is clay!" They smoothed her tr ,sses of dark brown hair; On her foiehead of marble they laid it fair: Over her eyes, which gazed too much. They drew the lids with a gentle touch ; With a tender to-ach they closed up well The sweet thin lips that had secrets to tell; Abont her brows, and her dear, pale face They tied her veil and her marriage lace; And drew on her white feet her white silk shoes; — Which were the whiter no eye could choose! And over her bosom they crossed her hands; "Come away," they said, — "God understands!" And then there was Silence; — and nothing thei'e .]ut the Silence — and scents of eglantere. And jasmine, and roses, and rose- mai7 ; For they said, "As a lady should lie, lies she!" And they held their breath as they lefl the room. With a shudder to glance at its still- ness and gloom. But he — who loved her too well to dread The sweet, the stately, the beautiful dead, — He lit his lamp, and took the key. And turn'd it! — Alone again — he and she! He and she; but she would not speak, Though he kiss'd, in the old place, th(! quiet cheek. He and she; yet she would not smile, Though he callM her the name that was fondest erewhile. He and she; and she did not move To any one passionate whispei of love ! Then he said, " Cold lips! and breast without breath! Is there no voice ? — no language of death "Dumb to the ear and still to the sense, o heart intense ? But to heart and to soul distinct, — "See, now. — 1 listen with soul, not ear — AVhat was the secret of dying. Dear ? "Was it the infinite wonder of all. That you ever could let life's Slower fall ? " (>r was it a gi'cater marvel to feel The peife<-l cahn o'er the agony steal :' "Was the miracle gieatest to find how deep. Beyond all dreams, sank downward that sleep ? "Did life roll backward its record, Dear, And show, as they say it does, past things deal' ? ARNOLD. 21 " And was it the innermost heart of the bliss To find out so what a wisdom love is .' "Oh, perfect Dead! oh. Dead most dear, I hold the breath of my son) to hear; " 1 listen — as deep as to horrible hell, As high as to heaven!— and you do ^not tell! "There must be pleasures in dying, Sweet, To make you so placid from head to feet! "J would tell ymi. Darling, if 1 were dead. And 'twere your hot tears u])on my brow shed. " I would say, though the angel of death had laid His sword on my lips to keep it unsaid. ^^Yoii should not ask, vainly, with streaming eyes. Which in Death's touch was the chiefest surprise; " The very strangest and suddenest thing Of all the surpiises that dying must bring." Ah! foolish world! Oh! most kind Deatl ! Thougli lie told me, who will believe it was said? Who will believe that he heard her say, With the soft rich voice, in the dear ohl way: — "The utmost wonder is this, — I hear, And see you, and love you, and kiss you. Dear; *' I can speak, now you listen with soul alone; If your soul could see, it would all be shown. "What a strange delicious amaze- ment is Death, To be without body and breathe without breath. "1 should laugh for joy if you did not cry; Oh, listen! Love lasts! — love never will die. "1 am only your Angel who was your Bride; And I know, that though dead, I have never died,'' " AFTER DEATH IN ARABIA, Ilr-: who died at Azan sends This to comfort all his friends: Faithful friends! It lies, 1 know, Pale and white and cold as miow; And ye say, " Abdallah's dead!" Weeping at the feet and head, I can see your falling tears, 1 can hear your sighs and prayers; Yet I smile and whisper this, — " /am not the thing you kiss; (?ease your tears, anil let it lie; It was mine, it is not I.'' Sweet friends! What the women lav« P'or its last lied of the grave, Is a tent which I am quitting, Is a garment no more fitting, Is a cage from which, at last, Like a hawk my soul jath passed. Love the inmate, not the room, — The w earer, not the garb, — the plume Of the falcon, not the bars Which kept him from these splendid stars. Loving friends! Be wise and dry Straightway every weeping eye, — What ye lift upon the bier Is not worth a wistful tear. 'Tis an em])ty sea-shell, — one Out of whicli the jjcarl is gone; The sliell is broken, it lies their; The pearl, the all, the soul, is here, 22 ARNOLD. Tis a 1 earthen jar, whose lid Allah sealed, the while it hid That treasure of hi.s treasury, A luind that loved hiui ; let it lie! Let the shard be earth's once more. Since the gold shines in his store! Allah glorious ! Allah good ! Now thy world is understood ; Now the long, long wonder ends ; Yet ye weep, my erring friends, Wliile t)ie man whom ye call dead, In unspoken bliss, instead. Lives and loves you; lost, 'tis true. By such light as shines for you; But in light ye cannot see Of imfultilled felicity, — In enlarging paradise, Lives a life that never dies. Farewell, friends! Yet not farewell ; Wliere I am, ye, too, shall dwell. I am gone before your face, A moment's time, a little space. When ye come wliere I have stepped Ye will wonder why ye wept; Ye will know, by wise love taught; That here is all, and there is naught. Weep awhile, if ye are fain, — Sunshine still must follow rain; Only not at death, — for death. Now I know, is tliat first breatli Whicli our souls draw wlien we enter Liife, which is of all life centre. Be ye certain all seems love. Viewed from Allah's throne above; Be ye stout of heart, and come Bravely onward to your liome ; Jai Allah Hid Allah! yea! Thou love diviuy! Thou love alway! He tliat died at Azan gave This to tliose who made his crave. have 111 FLORENCE SIGHTINGALE. If on this verse of mine Those eyes sliall ever shine. Whereto soi'e-wounded men looked for life, Thinli not that for a rhyme, Nor yet to fit tlie time, 1 name thy name. — true victor tills strife! But let it serve to say Tliat, wlien we kneel to pray, Players rise for thee thine ear shal, never know; And that thy gallant deed, For God, and for our need, Is in all hearts, as deep as love can go. 'Tis good that thy name springs From two of Eartli's fair things — A stately city and a soft-voiced bird; 'Tis well that in all homes. When thy sweet story comes. And brave eyes fill — that pleasant sounds be lieard. Oh voice! in niglit of fear. As night's bird, soft to hear. Oil great lieart ! laised like city on a hill; Oh watcher! worn and pale, Good Florence Nightingale, Thanks, loving tlianks, for thy largo work and will ! England is glad of thee — Christ, for thy charity. Take thee to joy when hand and heart are still! ARNOLD. 2S George Arnold. IN THE DARK. (The author's last poem, written a few 'ays before his death.] All moveless stand the ancient cedar-trees Along the drifted sand-hills where they grow ; And from the darkness comes a wan- dering breeze, And waves them to and fro. A murky darkness lies along the sand, When bright the sunbeams of the morning shone, And the eye vainly seeks by sea and land Some light to rest upon. No large, pale star its glimmering vigil keeps; An inky sea reflects an inky sky; And the dark river, like a serpent, creeps To where its black piers lie. Strange salty odors through the dark- ness steal, And through the dark, the ocean- ihumlers roll; Thick darkness gathers, stifling, til! I feel Its weight upon my soul. I stretch my hands out in the empty air; I strain my eyes into the heavy night; Blackness of darkness ! — Father, hear my prayer! Grant me to see the light! CUI BOXO? A HARMLESS fellow, wasUng useless days, Am 1:1 love my comfort a»d my leisure; Let those who wish them toil fo! gold and praise; To me the summer-day brings moi"^ of j)leasure. So, here upon the grass, I lie at ease,. While solemn voices from the Past are calling. ^; Mingled with rustling whispers in the ti'ees. And pleasant sounds of water idly falling. There was a time when I had higher aims - Than thus to lie among the flow- ers and listen To listening birds, or watch the sun- set's flames On the broad river's surface glow and glisten. There was a time, perhaps, when I had thought To make a name, a home, a bright existence : But time has shown me that my dreams are naught Save a mirage that vanished with the distance. Well, it is gone: I care no longer now For fame, for fortune, or for empty praises ; Rather than wear a crown upon my brow, I'd lie forever here among the daisies. So you, who wish for fame, good friend, pass by; With you I surely cannot think to (juariel : Give me peace, rest, this bank whereon I lie. And spare hie both the labor ana the laurel! Z4 ARNOLD. Matthew Arnold, YOUTH'S AGITATIONS. When I shall be divorced, some ten years hence, ?roni this poor present self which I am now; When youth has done its tedious vain expense Of passions that forever ebb and flow ; Shall I not joy youth's heats are left beliind, And bi-eathe more happy in an even clinie? — Ah no, for then I shail begin to find A thousand virtues in . this hated time! Then I shall wish its agitations back, And all its thwarting ciu-rents of de- sire; Then I shall praise the heat which then I lack, And call this hurrying fever, gener- ous fire; And sigh that one thing only has been lent I'o youth and age in common — dis- content. IMMORTALITY. Foiled by our fellow-men, depress' d, outworn, We leave the brutal world to take its way. And, Patience! in another life, we say, The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne. And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn The world's poor, routed leavings'.' or will thi!y, Who fail'd under the heat of this life's day. Support the fervors of the heavenly morn ? No, no! the energy of life may be Kept on after the grave, but not begun ; And he wlio flagg'd not lii the earthly strife, Fiom strength to strength advancing only he. His soul well-knit, and all his battles won. Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life. EAST LONDON. 'Tavas August, and the fierce siui overhead .Smote on the squalid streets of Beth- nal (4reen, And the pale weaver, through his windows seen In SpitaKields, look'd thrice dis- pirited. 1 met a preacher there I knew, and said : " 111 and o'erwork'd, how fare you in this scene ?" — "Bravely!" said he; "for I of late have been Much cheer'd with thoughts of Christ, the living bread." () human soul! as long as thou canst so Set, up a mark of everlasting light, Above the howling senses' ebb and flow. To cheer thee, and to right thee if thou roam — Xot with lost toil 'hou laborest 111 rough file night ! 'I Ikiu iiijik'st the licaven lliou hop'sJ inileed thy home. ARNOLD. 25 AUSTEBITY OF I'OETRY. That son of Italy nlio triei'i (o blow, Ere Danto came, the trump of sacred spng, In Ills light youth amid a festal throng Sate with liis bride to see a public show. Fair was the bride, and on her front did glow Youth like a star; and what to youth belong — Gay raiment, sparkling gauds, ela- tion strong. A prop gave way i crash fell a plat- form! lo. Mid struggling sufferers, hurt to death, she lay: Shuddeiing, they drew her garments off — and found A robe of sackcloth next the smooth, white skin. Such, poets, is your bride, the Muse! young, gay, Radiant, adoru'd outside; a hidden ground Of thought and of austerity within. {From Memorial VersesJl GOETHE. He took the suffering human race, He read each wound, each weakness clear ; And struck his finger on the place. And said: Thou ailest here, and here ! EARLY DEATH AND FAME. For him who must see many years, 1 praise the life which slips away Out of the light am) mutely: which avoids Fame, and her less fair followers, envy, strife, Stupid detraction, jealousy, cabal, Insincere praises; which descends The quiet mossy track to age. But, when immature death Beckons too early the guest From the half-tried banquet of life, Young, in the bloom of his days; Leaves no leisure to press, Slow and surely, the sweets Of a tranquil life in the shade — Fidler for him be the hours! Give him emotion, thougls pa'n! Let him live, let him feel : 1 have lived. Heap up his moments with life! Triple his pulses with fame ! SELF-DEPENDENCE. Weat.y of myself, and sick of asking What 1 am, and what 1 ought to be. At this vessel's prow I stand, wliich bears me Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea. And a look of passionate desire O'er the sea and to the stars I send : " Ye who from my childhood up have calm'd me. Calm me, ah, compose me to the end! " All, once more," 1 cried, " ye stars ye waters, On my heart your mighty charm renew ; Still, still let me, as 1 gaze upon you. Feel my soul becoming vast like you!" From the intense, clear, star-sowT vault of heaven. Over the lit sea's unquiet way. In the rustling night-air came the answer: " Wouldst thou he as these are ? Live. as they. '•Unaffrighted by the silence round them, Undistracted by the sights they see. These demand not that the things without them Yield Uiem love, amusement, sym- pathy. 26 BAILEY— BAILLIE. "Ami with joy the stars perform on the dial. We should count time by lieart-Ibnibs when they beat For (Joil, for man. for tluty. lie mo.st lives. Who thinks most, feels noblest, acts the l>cst. Life is i)Ut a unans unto an end — that en warm. As. ibinking of the mi^iliiy diail. Tbf young from sloliifid loueb will start. And vow. with lift<'d bauils out- spn-ad. I.iki- iId'mi Io a<'i :i noblf pari'.' Ob! who shall lightly say thai Kam<- ]s nolbiug but an I'liiply namr! When, but lor those, our mighlv dead. All agfs iiast a blank would be. aunk in oblivion's uiuiky lu-d, \ di-ert bare, asbipless «>eji'.' They are (be distant objects seen.— The lofty marks of what hath been. Oh! who shall lightly s.iy that Fame Is nothing but an empty name! When meuioiy of the niiirhty tie.ul To I'artb-woru pilgrim's wistful eye The brightest rays of ebeering sbe«l. That point t