A A = ^^ .- A^ n = — -. ^ j:! m ^^ 33 3 a 6 = o 5 ^ n 8 1 33 m 15 9 = 1 — 1 ^^ ^— -c 3 — I * / iX iJ w SPRAY. MACMILLAN AND CO. AND 23, HENRIETTA STREET, COVENT GARDEN, LONDON. 1859. [The Right of Translation is reserved.^ flTninbribgc : PUINTED 1)V J. PALMKK, SIDNEY STREET. INDEX. Spray Page 1 Odysseus and the Seirens 2 A Birth ..10 Spring 11 Voice of the Summer Night -.13 Gleaning . . 15 Ocean-T/ife ..18 A Day that is Dead 20 Charade 24 Enigma ..27 The Wavelet and the Flower 28 Enigma . . 28 The Noctambulist . . 29 The Altar and the Star. . . . 31 The Two Streams . . 33 Dream-land . . 34 Help . . . . 36 Aldershot . . 38 U INDEX. I'aKC Peace . . . . . . . . 41 Eastward! .. .. .. 43 The Pen of Sedition . . . . . . . . 45 Princess Royal . . . . . . 47 Epigrams . . . . . . . . . . 49 Sonnets . . . . . . . . . . 54 In Memoriam . . . . . . . . . . 61 The Dryad of the Essex Hainault . . . . 63 The Boy and the Silver Pathway . . . . 67 Good-bye . . . . . . . . 69 The Prisoner . . . . . . ..71 Truth .. .. .. .. 72 The Blessing . . , . . . . . . . 75 Patience . . . . . . . 82 The Deep of Deeps . . . . . . . . 85 Dream Not . . . . . . 87 In Memoriam . . . . . . . . 88 Consecration Uymn . . . . 89 Some fancies, like the solemn -n-aves That curl along the bay, Sweep home again to quiet graves : But some are like the spray That higher up the sounding shore, Flung from the foamy whii-1 Escaping to the deep no more, Tremble in scoops of pearl. ODYSSEUS AND THE SEIRENS. Ii comes, — The promised pleasure — On the slow air, Over the sleeping sea, Nearer, nearer, Yet more sweet Than the sweet promise, Filling the ear With wondering joy. melody divine. Soft as the whispered hjTiin Of dear Penelope, In distant di'eam-like days, Above the cradle Of her dear boy. ODYSSEUS AND THE SEIKENS. But hark ! now stronger And powerful to draw My roaming senses To a fixed goal. Bend, oarsmen, bend : Quick, pilot, for the strand, For the smooth low rocks, WTiere the sweet singers Under the pui'ple cloud, Under the golden fringes Their raven locks are combing "While they sing, With white feet hung Above the shining sand; Where the shore Blossoms with myrtle, And the green lizard-coils Bum like emeralds, And birds flash in the sun. Hark ! yet diviner numbers ! Diviner joy S listless speed ! heavily dipping prow ! ODTSSEUS AND THE SEIRENS. careless wind, Wliile ail unkind flistance Still holds us far apart. See ! now they pace the margin, Flinging theii- rosy palms Towards us over the sea. Now they stand. Unconscious that the wave Is winding creamy chains About their ancles, With large eager eyes Set on om- sail, And from their swelling throats A higher stronger fountain Of rapturous music into the air. One tone above the rest To fond conquering words Gives strange expression, Bidding us ease awhile The heated oar. Taste the deep cups • Of yonder island bowers, Bind the fair flowers. Hear the soft songs again. ODTSSEtIS AND THE SEIEENS. Then on our way refreshed. Welcome invitation! To lie but a few speed-winged hours From mom to mom again Xursed in those arms, Fed with that music Full as a pink- eared shell Of the old ocean song, "Would seem a happiness Fit for immortals Are not the barren hills Of Ithaca afar, A weary voyage afar? Do not the rocky monsters Scylla and dread Charybdis Scowl in front, Grim visaged, lying wait For our destruction? Seirens, from toil and death We turn aside. What ! comrades, ho ! Still straining wearily ODYSSEUS AND THE SEIEENS. On tlie straight arduous course With stupid regular beat I Are then your souls too gross To perceive the breath Of heavenly music ? Hear ye not the voices That lift your chieftain Above the present labour, Above the vapid waste To some high region High as the dazzling pavements Of great Olympus? Miserable slaves! Yet, stay. This is my owti mad work. The wise Odysseus, So called by Gods and men, Taught by ^aean Queen, Odysseus has surpassed. Those waxen portals, So cleverly contrived To make dull cars more dull, All sound exclude, And Seircns sing, ODYSSEUS AND THE SEIRENS. And old Laertes' son Commands in vain. But ere it be too late Let me withdraw The cunning bolts Myself have fixed. Agaia those strains ! They must, they shall attend. Seirens, we come, we come. Aha ! again outwitted ! By the great scepti'e Of Zeus who hurls the lightnings, The prince Odysseus Who with more than human counsels Did capture Troy, Bound foot and hand like any caitiff To an accm-sed mast. This then is fate. To be borne hence Over the heedless waters By cruel strokes Away, and still away. Already fainter, fainter. 0DTS8EUB AND THE 3EIRENS. The sweet enchantments, Scai'cely reaching, Dying on the wing, Oh what pain I Gone. Yes, gone! Is this the good ship, These my dear companions Or the strong images Of some delirious vision? My pulse is weak, As though a rushing fever Had lately ebbed, and left its course Tom and exhausted. How fresh the wind ! How free the open sea! Did we not lately breathe A hot and sickly air Under a myi'tle island White -sv-ith death ? "With thoughts near birth My spirit travails; Eut now as from an hostile city And soft enticements ODTSSETJS AND THE SEIEENS. Ashamed for its own treachery The wanderer returns. Then Circe counselled well, And we are safe. Seirens have sung in vain. Unbiad me now : For Ithaca and home, Comrades, away! A BIRTH. The tempest past : low muttering died away The distant thunder. One deep-bosomed cloud EemaLned, distinct against the evening sky, And Kke a nurse held up her swarthy arms Before her, full of pride. The silent stars "Waited around, until a sudden breath The veil uplifting to the enchanted earth A smiling infant shewed, in shining folds Of gauzy light enthroned. ' How delicate, ' How freshly bright,' with wondering voice she cried ; * The glancing crescent of a silver sphere * Gives not a pvirer ray, nor arc that gleams ' Above the sainted forehead.' Then a hymn In numbers musical and clear she sang, But when the last soft note had floated for Into the tranquil heaven, once more she gazed The fairy child, then grateful went to rest, And left it with its happy mother, night. SPRING. The wintry wind has fled across the deep : The earth uprises from her frozen sleep, Shakes off the ice-drops from her tangled hair, And laughs to see herseK again so fair. The rooks are building in the tall elm trees To the low music of the swaying breeze : The streamlet like a child sent forth to play Goes down rejoicing on his wandering way. Babe leaves are cradled in the sheltered wood : The primrose struggling with her bashful mood Unveils her beauty to the glisteniug eyes That look like drops from blue lakes in the skies. Over the russet hills once more is seen Spreading from field to field the tender green: "WTiite buds are swelling on the fragrant thorn, A thousand hues are waiting to be bom. 12 SPEING. With all its skeletons upon the blast Away the black and dreary time has past, And gladder hours alighting on the ground Breathe out new life and vigor all around. But shall the earth be left to joy alone, Silent the lips she loves to call her own ? Shall they not answer back the cheerful lay That birds and flowers all can sing to-day? That leafless torpor in the heart remain. And iron frosts vaunt there a constant reign. Evil still trample or cold fear depress The good that might unfold rare loveliness? Awake, child-hope : the eastern hill-top climb. Thy face a light, thy tongue an Easter chime ; So shall the winter sink into his lair, And spring triumphant blossom everywhere. THE VOICE OF THE SUMMER NIGHT. To others thou mayst seem to tell A weeping sorrow, Philomel; For me thou art the swelling voice "With which the night loves to rejoice, The still and sultiy summer night Without a single point of light, When all would empty silence be Like a wide tomb, except for thee. Why should the summer night alone Brood on a dumb and clouded throne, As though she had no lay to sing, Or came with no glad offering? As soon as ever the laughing mom Out of the cold grey mist is born. Bright heralds soar and shout the joy Brought by the golden-footed boy. On the dazzled plains no sound is heard In the white noon of piping bird, 14 THE VOICE OF THE SUMMER NIGHT. Yet ripplings of the rivulet Forbid the fainting heart to fret. When the sun is low, a tuneful breeze Plays freely through the glittering trees : Each pleasant hour slow floating by Is dear for some old melody, And the summer night may well prolong This music-chain of joyous song. Earthward she droppeth from above Upon an embassy of love. Flings o'er the faded world a dress Fresh bathed in dews of loveHness, To footsore pUgrim offers rest. Calm whispers to the fluttering breast, Softly distilling from the skies The balm of sleep on aching eyes. Then pour thy fleetest, sweetest flood Of gladness through the listening wood. Those liquid bursts they shall not cease To celebrate this time of peace. Thou must not weary of thy lay Until the darkness ebbs away. Then, nor till then, dear Philomel, Voice of the summer night, farewell. GLEAMING. Iaste, gleaners, haste ! The big red sun is sending His last long glances from the level "West : Fast the faint herbs the copious dews are drinking Ere they are folded to theii* nightly rest. Ath-eady overhead the moon's pale circle Begins to kindle to a warmer glow, rhe silvery mist comes stealing up the valley Across the field its fairy web to throw. ffaste! while you may, the scattered remnant gather, Bind into bundles all your yellow store : 3oon will a soft and shadowy arm descending Persuade your weary limbs to search no more. But while you thus prepare for glad departui'e. Thinking of cottage homes and sound repose. Just listen, children, to the friendly lesson This lovely scene is waiting to disclose. 16 GLEANING. Life is a whitened plain, and we are gleaners : Around are sti*ewn the golden spikes of truth, FiUl ears of grain, that trembling s])irits strengthen. To bear the waste of sickness and ul' death. Haste, gleaners, haste ! The time is now for gleaning, Now while the shadows in their prison lurk. Our day may close we cannot know how quickly. The night is coming on when none can work. Unhappy they who sleep beside the hedge-row, Or tlu'ough the tangled forest idly roam. What reason will they give for going empty, AVTien from above their Father calls them home? Bright sunny girl, beneath youi- burden laughing, Give not your precious life to things that die. Colours grow pale, the light of youtli is fading, While virtues ripen for eternity. Seek if you will the glowing crimson poppies That shone so glorious in the summer sun ; You shall not find one garland for your forehead — Their place, their fii-e, their beauty, all are gone. GLEANING. 17 Boys, on your large and full sacks gladly resting, Go on as now to glean the solid good : One honest grain outvalues all the wild wheat Flaunting so emptily by yonder wood. Home, chUdi-en, now : good night : God bless you, gleaners, And crown yom- lifetime with a plenteous yield : But while that Kfetime lasts I pray you treasure The simple wisdom of the stubble-field. OCEAN-LIFE. Ocean, cradled in the golden moniing By the margin of a hazy land. Red weeds flinging, scattciing pearly shellcups Over the shining wastes of rippled sand. Dreams of long- forgotten sports and fancies, Ancient gardens, gables quaint and high, Stealing on our spLrits while we gaze thee Bring iis back our own far infancy. Ocean, ocean, tempest-tost and driven This way that way by the changing gale, Into wildncss lasht by storms that mocking Drown the plover's melancholy wail, Life's mid-day too nearly reproduces Scenes like thine of turbulence and wrath; Many a brave ship di-ags its straining anchor, Many a cry unheard gi'ows weak in death. OCEAX-LIFE. 19 Ocean, peacefully composed at nightfall Underneath the high star-lighted sky, All the glories of the vault above thee On thy gleaming breast reflected lie. May the restless life but end as calmly, Each dark tract reclaimed by some bright ray, Overarched by heaven and -n-atched by angels. Till the breaking of an endless day. c2 A DAY THAT IS DEAD. The fire is sinking in the ancient grate : The deep recesses of the low large room Retreating disappear: but still the glow On floor and varnished beam and distant bust Of thoughtful senator is bright and M'arm. There is no stir, save when a little flame Starts up and flickers into timid life. Then burnished picture frames and lettered books, And golden fancies on the crimson wall And ormolu censers seem to rise and sink With sliifting motion ; but the tiiuid flame Subsides, and all again is twilight rest. There is no sound, except at intervals The tinkling of the coals, and from the Court Beneath a tuneful flow, that charms the air With gentle cadences : but suddenly Sonorous chimes declare the seventh hour, And then some other bcUs with louder tongues Vibrate close by, and then another set A DAY THAT IS DEAD. 21 But further now and fainter, then one more Yet fainter still. It seems some messenger Of time is winging o'er the trembling roofs "With oft-repeated note. The fire grows dim, But on the southern wall through narrow panes Across the heavy mullions pencils stream Of such warm light as the autumnal moon Alone effuses: as they move along The graceful head of boyish Eaphael Smiles, on the fringes of the Magdalen The teardrops freshly glisten, and beyond In silver sheen by Como's sleeping lake A boat lies motionless. But while I watch, A vague experience swells upon the sense Of giant music doomed to roam afar Through narrow aisle, and moaning to be free. I rise to listen from the casement, and to gaze From pensive elbow on the old grey Court, A classic scene complete. Long palaces. Towers, ancient gateways, rising on four sides Above the level walks and measured plats. Above the central aqueduct, that in worn lap Cradles the tuneful fountain ever young, 22 A DAY TDAT 18 DEAD. Are beautiful with lioly reverent light. The opposite hall reposes in soft shade, Wliile all its pinnacles and airy vanes Are clear against the western sky. But, hark ! A louder roll of music fi'om the side Where tapers countless and a deeper flame Broad spaces shew, tail butti-esscs between. It is the Sabbath and the vesper song : A burst of treble voices to the height Of some high anthem soaring warbles clear Its hymn of praise, then waits to soar again And waver long : but when it dies away Again the tuneful water falls below. Awhile I muse upon the sacred past : Long years of men rise up and march away, Great intellects that with Promethean wand Plundered the stars, hearts that did widen out To banisht humankind, strong wills that learnt To rule themselves, their country, and the world, Pure souls that gather here the radiance They flung so broadly on their brother men, A grand procession conquering the grave Of dark oblinon. A DAY THAT IS DEAD. 23 But once again The crash of music ! wide the chapel doors Are thrown, and like a full and gleaming flood The white-robed worshippers pour down the steps Into the moonlight, then divide and spread Thi'ee ways in babbling streams, one to the calm Of cloister, one towards the flaunting town, And one in ripples through our own grey Court. But soon fomiliar forms approach and stop : Pamiliar tones the open casement hail: Quick feet are on the stairs. Ah ! better thus Amongst oiu- early friends an hour to dream, Than roam a stranger where we have been loved. CHARADE. My first is neither bird, nor fish, Nor man, nor woman, nor a beast, Nor vegetable, nor a dish "With one flat taste, nor yet a feast. 'Tis neither hideous nor old, Xor large nor senseless for its years, Nor innocent of ways to mould A greater force by smiles and tears. But what it is, I find as easy To paint as sky in Apiil weather, Or when the month is very breezy, The capers of a gosling feather; The plague of some, the pet of all, A sunbeam in a shaded bower, A litter in our tidy hall, A carol in the twilight hour. CHAEADE. 25 Just now it dances in my sight "With rapid bound and bright grimace, Two sister fountains scattering light, Two nymphs that with each other race. But soon my second's grander form It claims to wear among its peers, And 'mid a roar of mirthful storm Its tiny inches proudly rears. In mimic courts it reigns supreme, In mimic war commands the field : The hill, the dale, the wood, the stream Must each a proper tribute yield. But presently in altered mood It spurns the flattery of a throne, And chooses o'er some want to brood Heroic, pouting, and alone. And thus sometimes it may be seen Above the cradle of my whole, A little wayward mother- queen Rearing her child without control. 26 CHARADE. My whole itself the frisky fay Earns for a style : nay, do not start- What old folk frowning laughing say, I simply hint at, ere we part. it whispers in her whispered song, It signals from the shining roof, And now on tip-toe steals along. And lifts the hand of mock reproof. It peeps afar from furtive eyes, It wings a shaft of feigned hate. Or threatens a more sweet sui-prise In rosy ambush Ij'ing wait. And oft — but let me by you pass, I see it flashing into view, You'll guess it soon; the looking-glass May help you : I must say, adieu. ENIGMA. Theee is a bare and barren land Of biuTiing ray and level sand, No sombre wood relieves the glare, No fountains spring to cool the air. No carol cheers the lonely night Or hails the car of flaming light. Eut in its thirsty centre trace The magic winding of an S. And summoned by your fairy wand Uprises quick a table-land, Where ripe fruits wear a golden bloom And flowers laugh away the gloom. The vine a ruby freshet lends, And dewy cups the river sends, And sparkling eyes and voices sweet A glad oasis there complete. THE WAVELET A?s^D THE FLOWER. Sweet bloom, I left thee far away- One hot and stormy summer day, Upon a river bunk that close Above my sunken path arose : But as I passed, I caught the grace That flashing fell from thy wet face, And thou upon my swelling breast Some petals wept, perchance distrest That one who gave so kind a glance Should from thy feet so quickly dance — The only gift that spai'ed could be I carry with me to the sea. ENIGMA. A LATIN image, stern the while When mutilated gives a smile. THE NOCTAMBULIST. Uhged by tormenting dream that gave fresh life To scenes and sorrows past, fi'om troubled coucli The maiden wandered forth. "With bare soft feet She prest the bare soft lawn, and all around Folded in circling groups the odorous flowers, Listened her foot-fall, wondering. Her robe, Her thin white robe shone out against the night : Her unbound tresses drank the copious dew, But all unheeded, for the weight of sleep "Was on her outward sense : yet on her heart A heavier burden. There entranced she stood : A quick start shook her frame, her breast upheaved. Swollen with sighs. Suddenly the cold moon Bursting the clouds, illumed with pallid flame The chui'ch upon the hill, and spread with light The field of tombs — she saw, and with a cry, Flung to the night a name longwhile unheard, Then with strange speed her delicate arms outstretch' d, Rushed wildly forward. But, ye heavens ! between, 30 THB NOCTAMBT7LI8T. In silent courses ran the clear deep stream : Athwart its gleaming length the foothridge shewed But as a slender thread. Toward that fi-ail plank On, on she darted. Then the very air Was hushed : the vaunting winds held back their breath, The tall elms ceased to rock their mighty forms. And in mute fear were still. But as she sped, "Went on the angel who in dangerous paths Is merciful to guide ; and so her foot Made certain haste, and soon her stricken friends Following against hope in anxious quest. Came where she was unconscious on the sward FaUcn upon a fresh grave. Oh ! how full Their joy when she aroused aiul warmly clad Knelt with them to a loving Providence. THE ALTAR AND THE STAR. Still the flame from yonder altar Striveth vainly towards the sky, "With its fond waiTU arms to circle Some unheeding light on high. Still it yearns with true affection Through a distance cold and wide, Will not yield its hope to conquer From the path of lonely pride. But the pale light stoops not nearer. And the night is wearing on ; And the spirit from the pulses Of the flame is all but gone. Low it sinks : yet once reviving Fiercely leaps into the air; Fires the crowd of chilly shadows, Faints exhausted in despair. 32 THE ALTAR AND THE STAK. Flickers yet a little loiigcr, Slowly eking out its breath : But the star fades — and the altar Shudders in the mist of death. Thou that from the distant pathway Searchest back with troubled beam For the sign of living embers, Tho' it were one fitful gleam, Stay not now : but if returning Thou should' st near an altar-grave. Rising while thy maidens slumber, Honour that thou canst not save. THE TWO STEEAMS. Down they course the mountain side, One in mirth and one in pride; One a meriy tumbling stream Lighted with a wavy gleam, One a torrent grey with crest Foaming high above its breast. Nearer, nearer yet they come Thoughtless to a common home; Now they reach the rocky steep Of a cistern wide and deep. Down the fall they leap together Each rebounding from the other. And their mazy currents sending Round and round, yet scarcely blending. But the pride grows weaker, weaker. And the joy grows deeper, deeper, Till through marble gates they go In one clear and placid flow, "Winding onward through the plain To the everlasting main. DREAM-LAND. How sweet it is in the broad summer time, When all the rallies arc filled up with light, And all the pools are still and in one's ear A lazy lullaby of insect song. Upon a deep cool bed of yielding grass And seeded feathers, underneath the fan Of spreading chesnut, some fine thought to read, And then fi-om off the shadow islanded Upon the lawn with far unconscious gaze To look out on the brilliant world beyond, Far as tlie gentle waves and purple mists Of low horizon, and to feel the spring Of holy depth within and better purpose Upwelling to the eyes: and then to dream And wake and dream again, and in one's di'eam, Half-sleeping half-awake, phantoms to sec Of earthbom c^-il toiling up the slope From sunken fen undrained of sin and death: To see and hate : to grasp the ready hilt DEEAM-LAND. 35 Of tempered weapon, and with one calm prayer Forward to move, and widely strike and slay: At last to stand victorious ancle deep In bays and blossoms strewn by tender bands, And gloriously crowned about the hair "With smiles from heaven. But this is not to live. Oiu* eyes are blear : the evil we would hate Takes fair disguise : uncertain when to strike And what to spare, we rush upon a foe And hurt a friend. The shaft that breathless flies To overtake the cruel ravager The hapless victim pierces : and then comes The stricken cry of that we meant to save. Or to the battle call our souls are deaf, Or the warm arm about us is a snare. And stiU we rest. And if we stand, we stand Too often trembling ; if in holy war We conquer, are ashamed of victory. The smile of heaven plays like summer fire Behind a cloud, and we for open joy. Must wait and watch. HELP! Maid of the monarcli-islc, Carolling joyously, Hang up the haqi awhile. Faintly they cry to thee, * Pray for the fighting men Over the sea.' Fight they on as of yore, Englishmen, stubbornly ; Fight till they can no more Sinking do-wn heavily. Stormed thi'o' the vaunted heights Routed the enemy, Dull are the glory-lights, Pale is the A-ictoiy. Where the young Alma flows "Warriors bleed, and lie. When the red flowers close Hoping to die. HEip ! 37 Yet they are rushing on, Englishmen, dariagly, On for the bastion Frowning defiantly. Soon -will the quiet shore Leap to their musketry; Soon will the cannon roar Shake the hUls terribly. Dim eyes again shall glow Lighted with soldier pride, And the hot blood must flow Down to the tide. Maid of the monarch-isle. Pale, looking anxiously, Where are thy song and smile ? Hush! she is tearfully Praying for fighting men Over the sea. ALDERSHOT. Away she rode from the canvass Where the royal lions flew, And proudly stept her charger As though the hand he knew. Her husband and her children Were close hy either side, Brave men and peerless beauties Led on a dancing tide. But the foremost eye was ranging Through tears across the plain. And the foremost bosom heading With a rush of joy and pain. She was there that day to welcome A remnant from afar, A little remnant given her Back from the raveniiig war And her thoughts were with the fallen Who cheered her ere they sailed, AIDEESHOT. 39 And would she knew still loader That day their Queen have hailed. She thought of them thickly buried By cypress shaded waves, And here and there deserted In bare Crimean graves. But though the wife and mother Might yearn apart to weep, The Queen her tears must scatter And bid her sorrow sleep; For on a smiling errand She had ridden forth that day, To cheer with grateful glances And cheerful words to say. And down the ranks she cantered Past colours torn and stained, Past many a Cossack standard In desperate struggle gained ; : And many an eye was lighted By the ray that fell from hers. And stout hearts learnt the flutter That a woman's pity stirs: For she asked them of their welfare, For the story of their wound, 40 ALDEESHOT. AVheu this right limb was shattered, And that bright medal earned. How constantly, she told them, In Queenly words and few. Her heart had wandered eastward To her soldiers always true, Before the thundeiing cannon, Amongst the clashing swords, And in the cold cold trenches. And the long long fever wards. How slow to her anxious watching Came the words of lightning wing. And yet sometimes too quickly For the grief they came to bring. And she thanked for that devotion Already dear to fame, And the laiu-cls freshly gathered For the proud old English name. And back she rode to the canvass Where the royal lions flew, Where a great shout rose to heaven For the Queen so good and true. PEACE. Foe the blossoms of peace there is in heaven Perennial spiing-time and genial soil, By no fierce winds are the leaflets riven, No scorching heats their loveliness spoil. There they shine like gems, and the angels above String them round and round their fragrant wands. To speed by their light on the errand of love. Or silently guard the celestial lands. And when they gather a ripened beauty They scatter the downy seeds with their breath, And watch them sailing from tower to tower, Or wavering gently to the earth. And so sometimes we wandering mortals Find in our desert a promise of bloom. But not like that which at glorious portals Clusters about its natui'al home. 42 PEACE. For the soil being thin, at noon it will perish When the siin is burning the midday sky; The swell of the bud all tlic morning we cherish, And yet must bear to see it die. EASTWARD ! Soxs of England — favoured England, Pearl of nations sought afar, Foremost in the white-winged contest, Eoremost in the blood-red war — Strong the right ann of your fathers, Great the vantage of your birth, Eeared on soil whence copious blessings Irrigate a thirsting earth. Sons of England ! England calls you In an hour of righteous need. Men she ruled and ruling trusted Make her shelteiing bosom bleed. They have tiu-ned on those who fed them "With a cruel coward rage, Fiercer than the wild beast springing From the shadows of his cage. 44 EASTWAJRD ! Sons of England ! England's daughters, Whom no lie hath dared defame, Dying fast, yet die too slowly For their agony of shame. By the might that God has given you, By the cause that cowards mar. By the love you bear your sisters, Sons of England, to the war ! THE PEN OF SEDITION. Baee poverty, God knoweth, hatli its woes, DuU ignorance its wrongs : the heights of state Are often cold, schools full of pride, and wealth Self-surfeited: these are the old-world sores. What remedy? The huge complex macliine Frets from its place, the holts are heated tlirough, The ponderous fly-wheel groans, the active crank Moves wearily : the rapid bands are worn. What remedy? There is a simple cruise Close by, but being all unwrought and plain Among the shining bosses overlooked That waits to pour a soft unfailing oil •. Upon each joint and axle, till again The whole doth with a smooth and noiseless glide Move into graceful work. But for the world T\Tiat remedy ? There is a simple cruise, The cruise of Agape, whence all the wise, Knowing how much a little love can do. Ease with kind ministry the social strain, 46 THE PEN OF SEDITION. The jarring action. Look, and thou may'st see Strong amis about the weak, proud faces bent To abject misery that they may hear Its deepest sighs, and learn from fitful breathings Its great necessities. Science stands by "With friendly counsel : Self outpours liis blood, His too full blood iipon the common shrine To find new health : and Hope, who wheeled o'erhead Her last flight ere she left them, smoothes again Her plumage, and with bright contented eye Waits for the perfect day. But thou, false pen, Refusing to the just their debt of praise, Etching the world more dark than sin has made it, Sendcst thy flights of venomous words afar, Careless, if thou art paid, that many breasts Are newly torn. The old woimds bleed afresh : Thou healest none, but filling vacant minds "With dull conceit, and poisoning with hate The heart that had been gentle, poor men dost teach To curse their friends, the sheep to shun the fold "With sly suspicion. "WliUe thou sowest thus Broadcast confusion, dost thou think of this, That as men sow they reap ? PEmCESS EOYAL. Sail, girlisli matron, for the land That waits thy coming full of pride; Sail, trusting to the royal hand That now has clasped its tender bride. The first of great Britannia's daughters (And dearer child she scarcely knew) May cross all fearlessly the waters We give to those we know are true. And far away from northern isle The snowdrop borne upon the wave. Though planted in a foreign soil, Its native purity shall save. Tho' tears are falling from the throne And through the country of thy birth, "We still shall hail and call our own The radiance of thy gentle worth. 48 PRINCESS ROYAL. And if in placid vesper houi* When Btars are rising from the sea, A sigh should stir thy royal bower That thou so separate should bej Think that no distances divide, Love traverses the widest plains, And like the world-embracing tide Through icy depths its heat maintains. Britannia's heart will still be near, Britannia's prayer about thy bed ; One glorious light our paths shall cheer, One sky be rolled out overhead. EPIGRAMS. Thou movest, noble spiiit, down the years Swan-like unconscious of ignoble spears. Thy scribbling foes may pluck their pinions bare, But cannot rufle one proud feather there. Beware lest Courtesy should ask, "When Truth should rather frown, To smile on Folly from a mask With featiu'es like his own. Theee are who mock in anger At Virtue's dusty car, "When with eager hope she posteth To some unequal war. And 'there you go to spoil it,' A child was heard to cry. As with brave haste the engine Drove for the lurid sky. 50 EPIGRAMS. A siTNBEAM on a snow-flake Bmilcd ; She sparkled vrith deliglit, But, all! was turned into a tear, And he was lost in night. The answer of a question I give whene'er I can, Sii-, But vex not my digestion With the question of an anser. Two precious hours at dinner lost! And then she softly groaned. Not lost, I said, for I the same Two precious hours have found. Of mortal hope, and mortal purity, To my reflection meetest emblems seem A chesnut cone agaiust a mvu'ky sky, A lily rocked upon a turbid stream. EPIGRAMS. 61 SUGGESTED BT EOGEES. The Grecian mother saw with anguish wild Upon the rock's sharp edge her darling chUd; But checked her parting lips and bared her breast Till the unconscious boy sprang back to rest. And thou, dear lady, hast a sister power (There is no richer jewel in thy dower) To woo the wanderer back from brink of harm By the still influence of thy own sweet chann. FROM the FEENCH. Folly loves to roam : If you hate his face, Keep yourself at home, Break your looking-glass. e2 52 EPIGRAMS. CITIXFLY FROM THE LATrX. He who was once to rac united Has bom my wedded love away: Tis his — and he entombed shall keep it, A lamp above a mould of clay. In vain our sky we seek to change That wc ourselves may changed be : "We breathe afresh, but are the same That breathed across the flowing sea. They ask for twelve : he gives tliem six ; But soon they learn economics, And when they want a dozen more They simply a.sk for twenty-four. One hand is clean when it has cleansed the other. And man is strong by strengthening his brother. EPIGRAMS. 53 She drew the dagger from her side And said, 'Tis not the steel, But 'tis the doubt of fond, fond pride, My Poetus, that I feel. Yotm hair is black, your beard is grey ; The neighbours wonder why. Is it because the one, Sii", will, The one won't take the dye? SONNETS. WEARY giant City, that in vain Dost seek to murmur consciousness away A stolen moment, lo ! another day Is fretting at the gate, and thou again Must rise with hollow eyes and secret pain. To-day ! to-morrow ! what are these to thee, Whose pulses, like the ever-leaping sea Or swollen river tiding through the plaia, Know not the midday lull, or resting time Of sober evening, but with ceaseless beat Of hope and greed and fcai' from chime to chime, Tho' tired with pleasui-e, weak with dusky sweat, Amid a thousand cries of stir and strife Must still sustain thv hurried anxious life. SONNETS. 55 As yonder tower did upward bear and train The tender clinging ivy, so, dear Father, thou From the first growth of infancy till now Has been the strength on which without refrain Thy child might lean, never to shoot in vain A tendril forth, or hope that was not prest In all its weakness to thy guardian breast. As now that ivy from rough fr'ozen rain And shocks of wind the hoary tower doth fold "Within its anns, and with close woven net Each loosened stone and battlement doth hold In its high place, so when the flood and fret Of stormy years have touched thy fi'ont with grey, Thy child would be a shelter and a stay. 5fi SONNETS. I WOULD not be the stream that evermore, Far from the cradle deeply hid in green On the remote hill side, throiifjh some strange scene The waters of its hurried life doth pour ; Never to linger where it once hath been, Or touch again the ancient -wall and towers, Never to kiss the feet of those sweet flowers It left upon the bank, or wear the sheen Of loving faces bent upon its flood. For old delight it is to me to wind A refluent course, and pause in grateful mood At each familiar pool, until I find The springs of well- remembered infancy, And rest, dear Mother, once again with thee. SONNETS. 57 Floeence, thou speakest with a magic sound Of all the warm and life-like grace that Art To shapeless form and matter can impart Or summon from the cold and sleeping ground; Whilst thou, wood-cradled bird, more simply crowned With tender memories and the sweet charm Of a full natiu-al voice of love and calm, Seemest to warble nearer to the heart. But never must this varied tribute wound With thought of rivalry. As sisters now From day to day embracing ye must dwell (As long as gratefid men shall live to tell The debt they feel), and bind each other's brow In ' Florence Nightingale' no more to part. 58 SONNETS. The sapling destined for a fair domain, 'Tho' in the niu-sery of its tender years Each liopeful spring a budding crown it weai's, Is from its sheltered cradle often ta'en, Lest underneath the sim and glistening rain Its vigorous roots should strike too deeply there The last and far removal to endure: And so one day with much resisting pain Her young affection lifted from the soil Of its prime happiness away was borne, It asked not whither; but it wept the spoil Of early leaves and milky fibres torn From secret channels, seeing not the hand That thus prepared it for a better land. SONNETS. 59 Ah ! classic bard, thy shadowy doubting soul, Christ-less, haK-conscious, o'er the waste of life Far from the moorings of divine control Is drifting rudderless, while fires are rife In swaying skies and angry tempests brood. For thee no higher inspirations roll Than man's inferior love and fiendish strife, An d misty questionings, and guesses crude And luring phantoms long but vainly wooed, And sounds that unto wandering spirits toll. Thy lovely mistress is of mortal birth, Thy fairest visions die upon the hearth; And much I fear thy prone and darkling mood May learn too late its own inquietude. f)0 SONNETS. He looked across the world in searcli of Love, Love to divide and grace his lofty throne, A dark imperious Queen but all his own. But Love was at his feet afraid to move, Yet longing her devoted life to prove ; Love with the flaxen hair and gentle eye That watched his lightest movement silently, Like a shy bird tlic minstrel in the grove. Eut being overlooked by that proud glance, There grew upon her heai't so great a paiu That she to hide her face and die was fain. Descending from his throne that hour by chance He stumbled upon Love, but ah ! too late, And lived henceforth love-lorn and desolate. IIS" MEMORIAL. Bbight gii'l, dear wife, sweet mother, Pale and cold. Ere the blest year was full, Thy tale is told. Tet tho' thy love so soon From earth was riven, We must not, wOl not grieve : Its tomb is heaven. THE DRYAD OF THE ESSEX HAINAULT. An mc ! the joy is frightened from my life, The quiet timid joy, like a young hart Across unsheltered plains, scared by the sound Of noisy labor, panting in the dust Of cruel noon. Glare in the pitiless sky, Glare on the pool and on the slippery ttu'f; A Tvide unrest ! Before the mist is gone "With poise and s^vinging stroke the ponderous axe Sounds through the forest, startles all the air. Drives me from hill to lull. Hai-k I I must fly. It beats my brain, aims at the subtle thread That links my thin existence with the world. Soon will that thread bo parted : this time last year A maiden out the city of the plain Sang through my bowers of some fair pale Queen, A captive Queen (it was a tearful song, And I behind the laces of a copse Deep-veiled did weep to hear it) who forlorn Watched from her window in the grey gate-tower THE DRTAD OF THE ESSEX HAINAULT. 63 A rising scaffold. Hour by hour it grew Against the sky, a dusky pile, ill-omened; The din of hammers and the grating saw Of iron tongues did horrid music make In the still pauses of her evensong "\^ith threats of murderous death. Methinks that tale Was sister to my wilder destiny : There is a meaning in this forest war; These desolating strokes are like the knells That prophesy an end. But if the end Be near, and I must cease, destroyer, speed Thy flagging arm and what thou doest, do Quickly : for oh ! long since my heart is faint To see my finest stems, my forest kings. The grand old oaks that proudly reigned so long And seemed to bear- the sky, come crashing down Like warriors caught in some mean snare, and robbed Foully of all their honors, never again to stand In the clear winter-time with knotted arms Outsti-etcht defiant to the northern blast, Like sentinels above the sleeping brook And wild-flower graves and birds with ruffled plumes Close pillowed on the snow. The wintry sun 64 THE DRTAD OF THE ESSEX HAINAULT. May gather strength : my pale anemonies, My pensile bells of ether blue, their eyes Shall lift no more ; never again awake From leafy beds beneath broad ctmopics My orchids of the spring, -with mottled beauty To fi-inge the glades, where facing to the breeze Young men and niaiden.s on their jealous steeds "Went racing full of life and happiness, Following the azure coui'sc that overhead, "With white sails rarely studded, seemed to wind On on for ever. And in the later year, "When sere November's breath was wont to roll Steaming across the plain, and the low sim To wrai> in gKsteniag scarfs the russet ferns That lay all broken on the hills, no more Shall Autumn liang the sides of her great fane "With golden shields : no more shall distant vale Prolong tlio summons of the cheery horn. Or busy pack unseen amongst the brake Make babbling music, or the woodcock spring Flushed from the willows of his marshy glen. The seasons shall return, but with stranger eyes And stranger voices. "WTio, oh! who would live "When times arc changed and all old friends arc gone, THE DETAD OF THE ESSEX HAINATJLT. 65 To grieve, and bear the weight of grief alone? Weep, ti'ees that yet do stand, some faithful leaves For me to lie upon : rise, mists, and shroud My last weak moments in your cloudy veils : And, winds, while yet one trembling aisle remains, Moan through it for the dying and the dead- And yet peace ! peace ! I will not weep ; A brighter thought across my passion comes Like golden arrow through the forest woof Piercing the shade. Is it a wandering di-eam, That yesternight while couched upon the ground Amid the dew and silver underneath the trees, Long gazing upwards at the broidered sky, I thought enchantment came upon my home. A fair-haired vision, fau-er far than I, (Tho' the young brooks when I have stooped to drink Have leapt with glee and laughed up in my face With loving admiration), down the vale Bright as the morning, placid as the star That on the forehead of the evening rests, Came on with stately movement like a Queen To take possession of a conquered realm. And as a solemn anthem rose and fell 66 THE DUTAI) OF THE ESSEX HAIXATTLT. About tlio old fern knolls, a wondrous change Passed o'er them all, for suddenly wide crests Of golden ears, some smooth, some bearded, waved Up to their summits, while one gentle slope A spire up-bore, that pointing to the sky AVith dccp-moutlicd bell did call in earnest tones To cottages that nestled white below From dappled orchards peeping and red vines. And then it seemed I saw my wild wood girls And uncombed boys beneath her gentle rule Taught in a piu'cr way and happioi'. Yes ! it must be. I own the moving hand Of nim, who in the long long ages past Built up the hills, kindled the flaming sun. Planted the oaks that cradled my young life And fail me now. Then need those maiden wheels No longer tarry : let me forth to meet her. Give off'ering of my best, then a last prayer To touch her hand and die. THE BOY AND THE SILVER PATHWAY. Queen-like centre of the solemn spaces Hung an orb in cloudless majesty, Far beneath an isle of mirrored glory Floated broadly on the darkling sea. By the deep and shelving coast I wandered, Gazing as I went that darkling sea; Ever from that isle of mirrored glory Sparkling leapt a silver path to me. Did it tell me of an earthly brightness, Earnest of a deeper light above ? Would it win me in serener coiu'ses O'er life's frowning waters forth to move ? Stately vessels coming from the midnight Sudden ploughed across the molten stream ; Shone the sail's white bosom, flasht the mainyard, Like the phantoms of a sailor's dream. f2 68 THE BOY AND SILVER PATirWAT. Did they promise that things dimly looming As they crost my path should plainly shine; Shadowy outlines be discerned as clearly As themselves upon that gleaming line? On the lone beach musing long I wandered, Gazing as I went that darkling sea; Sparkling from the isle of mirrored gloiy. Still it leapt, that silver path, to me. GOOD-BYE. She said, Before we meet again Or he or I may die, Yet with a clear and happy voice I dare to say good-bye : For Hope is strength, and death is weak The strong to separate; And words are powerless to break The golden rings of fate. And friends in search of vanisht friends A dreary distance stroll About the leafy gloom, yet meet Upon the sunny knoll. And ships for one fair haven bound Against a struggling tide, Tho' parted in the leaden mist, May anchor side by side. 70 GOOD-srE. But if I thought that -we could ever Unto each other die, My trembling woman-tongue could never Toll out that knell, good-bye. THE PEISONER. Sail on, white clouds, upon your calm blue sea. Beat quickly, liappy bii'ds, for distant lea. Go by, young restless winds : ye all are free, While I a prisoner lie. But when your winged strength and joy are past, Then higher than your high extended waste And far beyond your furthest range at last Away I fly, I fly. TRUTH. Tkuth is the fire in cloudless heaven Of letters clear and bright, Like stars in radiant order given For the coronet of night. Truth is the eartlxly brilliant won From a bare and burning strand ; A weaiy day beneath the sun We wash the golden sand. Truth is the cool and quiet well That thirsty pilgrims greet, Where timid flowerets safely dwell, And timid wliispers meet. Truth is the grasp of iron hand Dissemblers live to dread, When they at length unmasked must stand. And like a scroll be read. TRUTH. 73 Truth is the light within the eyes, The deep eyes that we love, The gentle light that nevpr dies, But waits to shine above. Truth is the haggard bloodless look That haunts the man of crime, With omens of a crimson book And a fiery flying time. Truth is the high and sheltering home When floods of thought are out. The fireside welcome from the storm And icy shafts of doubt. Truth is the sword that swings on high Where scomers revel hold, To fall like lightning from the sky When the last lie is told. Truth is the strong ennobling chain That links the good and brave. To battle on through mists and rain Of error to the grave. 74 THDTH. Truth is the banner of the world That bhall hereafter be, When every rebel sign is furled Before the Deity. THE BLESSmG. ISAAC. Go, my lirst-boru, take thy favourite weapons Bow and quiver to the hunting plain. Well thou knowest what my soul delights in; I would taste thy venison once again. Words I have had upon my mind to utter Since the light grew dim vtdthin my eye : I am old, the day of death uncertain; I would bless thee, Esau, ere I die. KEBEKAH. Quick, my darling I sitting with my maidens In the tent I heard thy father crj-, Go, my tirst-born, fetch me savoury venison, I would eat, and bless thee ere I die. He is gone, the strong and cunning hunter, Strode he past me and his look was stern. TT) THLE BLESSING. And the manner of his going tells me Thiit in haste he meaneth to return. Kim unto the flock and fetch me hither Two young kids, and then a skin of \vine, I'll prepare the venison, thou shalt take it, And the blessing, Jacob, shall be thine. JACOB. Gladly always have I done her bidding. Running to the wells and to the fold; But to-day my Mother's call sounds strangely. And my heart with doubtful fear is cold. Lo! my brother Esau's hands are hairy. Mine are smooth as when she was their nurse. What if I should seem a young deceiver, And instead of blessing reap a curse? REBEKAH. Peace, my son ! on me the curse descendcth ; Run, thou must not question my commands ; I will put thy brother's raiment on thee, And the goatskin round thy neck and hands. THE BLESSING. 77 JACOB. Else, my Father, I thy first-born, Esau, As thou badest, bring thee savoury meat. Dost thou wonder? sure the Lord was with me, Sit, my Father, and my venison eat. ISAAC. Who art thou? the tongue replieth Esau, But it answers with a younger voice : I am troubled : come near, let me feel thee ; Stranger still if this be Jacob's face. If indeed thou be my very first-bom Let me kiss thee, lean upon my breast. 'Tis enough! the smell upon thy raiment. See, is of a field the Lord hath blest. Therefore God shall send thee dews of heaven With the fatness of the fruitful earth, Flowing wine and golden com in plenty : Fear not for the drought or wasting dearth. THE BLESSING. Let the nations bow, and brethren serve thee : "Wide the power by thee to be possest. Curst is he that thy doniinion carses. He that blrssos shall himself be blest. ESATT. Quickly, Father, have I hunted venison, Quickly as tliou badcst have I done. Rise and eat the savomy meat 1 bring thee. And when thou hast eaten, bless thy son. ISAAC. "WTio ? "Wliat ? God of Abraham, how I tremble I "WTiere is lie that left me now to rest? I have eaten venison : I have blest him Ere thou camest, and he shall be blest. ESATJ. Oh I what mean these doubts : they scare me : Hear me, Father I bitterly I ciy Bless me, bless thy first-born as tliou promised, ' T will bless thee, Esau, ere I die.' THE BLESSIXG. 79 ISAAC. forbear, my son : this heart is fainting : Would my lips the other words could say : Came with subtilty thy brother Jacob, And the blessing he has taken away. ESAU. Brother ! rightly is he named Jacob, "Who supplants a second time to-day. Then he robbed the elder of liis birthright, Now the blessing he has taken away. ISAAC. Yes, my first-born, I thy lord have made him, All his brethi'en must his servants be : 1 have given him corn and wine in plenty, "WTiat is left that I should give to thee ? ESATJ. my Father, hast thou but one blessing? Search again thy love and thou shalt find. Bless me also, even me, my Father? Is there not one blessing yet behind ? 80 THE BLESSING. ISAAC. Tliinc the fatness, thine the dews of heaven, Thine the sword : but yet tliou must be weak, Esau, until thou shalt have dominion And from off thy neck the yoke shall break. REBEKAH. Turn not from me, Jacob j little thought I That so swift, so wide a curse could fall, And the sweetness of the longed-for blessing On thy parted lips be turned to gall. Rushed into my mind the birthday promise. And I saw it falling to the ground : Yet if I in faith had asked, and waited, God Himself the answer would have found. Oh ! forgive thy shamed and wretched mother, She has sinned against thee, but in love : Even now would she alone might suffer. And alone the pains of sin might prove. THE BLESSING. 81 But, my darling, thou must share the sorrow, Thou awhile must wander from thy home : I must yield thee : Oh ! from one deception That so many cruel darts should come ! Esau, say they, vengeance is intending Deep his muttered threats : his looks are chill. ' Near the days of mourning for my father, Then my brother Jacob I will kill.' Flee thou must to Hai'an, to my kinsmen Till that heavy wrath be tui-ned away. Esau's love is gone, but thine remain eth : Should I lose them both in one short day ? PATIEXCE. Wait, brothers, wait — for a little while longer, Stoiin on its destiny urges the world: Winds in their might shall give war to the ocean, Fleeces of foam through the blackness be lim-led : Ships shall be wrecked to the roaring of caverns, Voices be quenched in a fathomless tomb ; Autumn's fiill promise lie broken and scattered. Red flashes deepen the mutinous gloom. Wait, brothers, wait — for a little while longer, Swords must be dipt in the blood of the slain. Mountains must quake at the boUowing thundci-. Vultures descend on the festering plain. Eyelids shall di'oop from the dawn to the twilight, Windows shall watch on the side of the shore, Ears shall grow dull while they earnestly listen For the triumph of wheels that can triumph no more. PATIEIfCE. 83 "Wait, brothers, wait — yet a little while longer Canker and care shall enfeeble the earth : The limb and the beauty of youth shall be wasted, Hunger shall crouch on a meaningless hearth. "Women must start at the woes of conception. Feverish pulses must rapidly play. Pestilence stalk in its mantle of darkness, Sickness destroy in the noon of the day. "Wait, brothers, wait then — a Httle while longer Bear with the toil and the tears and the pain. Tho' evil embitter the purest of cisterns. And trouble their glass with its poisonous rain, Tho' friendship sit watching the flight of affection, Cowardice press on the throat of the weak, Maidenhood weep for the spoil of her lilies. Vice to the sun lift an impudent cheek, "Wait, brothers, wait — In a little while longer, "VN^'rongs that are now shall have gone to their doom; A new age is coming in love and in freedom, A new world is swelling futurity's womb. "Wild-fires of passion shall hiss like the lightning "When its mischievous fury is brought to the ground, g2 84 PATIENCE. The i^rofane and the false, the unclean and the cruel, To ten-ible depths sliall be banisht and bound. Wait, brothers, wait then — a little while longer Bear with the toil and the tears and the pain, Endurance shall presently enter the harvest, Faith a sweet chaplet of innocence gain. Fasten yoar hopes on the guerdon before you, Break from the fatal temptation away, Trust your poor lives to the Christ who has saved you, The new world is youi-s on that wonderful day. THE DEEP OF DEEPS. I HATE heard the mighty deep Sleeps a cahn majestic sleep Down in caverns vast and "wide Underneath the rolling tide. There as in some charmed land Groves of ruby coral stand Motionless, while long weeds wave Like banners in a sacred nave. Calmly rests the skeleton From the passing vessel thrown : Crimson mosses softly creep Up and down the rocky steep : Pillowed shells upon the sand Fear no rude disturbing hand. StoiTas may strike upon his breast, Ships may spoil his foaming crest, Winds may rend his robes of green In their wildest fits of spleen, Yet no cry nor troubled motion Vex the great heart of the ocean. 86 THE DEEP OF DEEPS. But within the Christian breast Rests mcthinks a truer rest. Where the wild thought cannot come, Where the gentle sisters three, Faith and Hope and Charity, Each into the other's face Looking with a trustful -grace Find a safe and tranquil home. Vows that shrink from curious gaze There Kve out their patient days, Sacred memories of the past Fear no cold ungrateful blast. Silver anchors do not move Though the light barks top above; Tears may dash the pallid cheek, Billowy sorrows tower and break : AU the outer acted life May be driven in the strife, All the surface wear alarm Yet the deep of deeps be calm. DREAM NOT! Deeam not of love, as some fresh light That may to-morrow break, And gild your life with happiness Like morning on the lake. Love's balmy day While you are dreaming fades away. Dream not of work as some new call To glorious enterprise, When those from slumbrous spell set free Shall swiftly, strongly rise. Life's working day While you are dreaming wears away. Dream not of one enthroned on high In some far off repose, Whom ages can alone bring near And lifted heaven disclose. God's bright display While you are dreaming is to-day. m MEMORIAM. Kind Father, constant friend To tlic forlorn, Thy children weeping bend To think thee gone. Thy home is here. Thy church is on the shore, But thou com'st back no more. The old familial- wave Flings its salt tear Upon thy grave. A CONSECEATION HYMN. Come, Lord, and bless the fane Upraised on higher ground. Some hallowed stones built in again, But more all newly found. Come, mighty Father, come That we may bend the knee, To consecrate this fairer home Of prayer and praise to thee. Come, Son of Life divine, More faithful hearts to prove. Where broken bread and measured wine Present eternal love. Forth, Holy Spirit, pour Fresh Lofluence of good. Far, far to drive for evermore The wild and wilful mood. 90 A CONSECKATION HYMN. Touch with an altar coal The slowly moving tx)ngue, And win the harsh and tuneless soul To be more sweetly strung. So, like the crumbling wall Affection could not save, Oui- body-temples, tho' they fall Euincd into the grave. Shall from the sunken plain Be raised on higher ground. Each hallowed part built in again And more all newly found. / UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY Los Angeles This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. I orm L9-32m-8, '58(587684)444 PR iill2 B19s UCSOUWtnj 'UroOO 365 809 3