Ay, deeper thoughts than these, though undefined,

Wake in the quickened soul at sight of

thee,

For this majestic orient faith enshrined Man's yearning hope of immortality.

And thou wert Egypt's symbol of the power
That under all decaying form lies hid;
The old world worshipped thee, O Lotus
flower,

Then carved its sphinx and reared its pyramid.

I know not if its ancient walls

By vine and moss be overgrown;
I know not if the night-owl calls
From feudal battlements of stone,
Inhabited by him alone.

I know not if mid meadow-lands
Knee-deep in corn stands Vivérols;
I know not if prosperity
Has robbed its life of poesy;

That could not be in Vivérols,
They would not call it Vivérols.

Perchance upon its terraced heights

The grapes grow purple in the sun; Or down its wild untrodden crags, Its broken cliffs and frost-bit jags,

The mountain brooks unfettered run.

UNLESS

O TOUCH me not, unless thy soul
Can claim my soul as thine;
Give me no earthly flowers that fade,
No love, but love divine:
For I gave thee immortal flowers,
That bloomed serene in heavenly bowers.

Look not with favor on my face,

Nor answer my caress,

Unless my soul have first found grace
Within thy sight; express

Only the truth, though it should be
Cold as the ice on northern sea.

O never speak of love to me,
Unless thy heart can feel
That in the face of Deity

Thou wouldst that love reveal:
For God is love, and His bright law
Should find our hearts without one flaw.
ELLA DIETZ GLYNES

WINTER TWILIGHT

SOFT-SANDALLED twilight, handmaid of the night,

Before her noble lady's radiant face
Doth slowly come, with gentle, quiet pace,
And draweth rose and azure curtains light
Around the snowy couch, so pure, so white,
Whereon her mistress soon will rest.
With grace

Celestial she doth cover every trace
Of toil, and daily soil doth hide from sight.
So would I that before thy face my love
Might gently move, and ever from above
Such tender beauty draw about thy way
That when thou liest down to nightly rest
Earth-thoughts should fade, and there
should only stay

The peace of heaven within thy tranquil breast.

GEORGE TRACY ELLIOT

II

UNDER THE RED CROSS

SHE came and went as comes and goes A fragrance in the morning air, Where lay the shadowy shapes of those Who died in her sweet care.

Some doubted, when her face had flown,

Whether it was or only seemed, Whether one saw what he had known Or something he had dreamed.

Swift meteors flame across the north,
The golden planets wheel and sink,
Soon steps thy trumpet-angel forth
From Heaven's eternal brink;
Then peace illumes these warlike ways,
Christ's joyful chiliad has its birth,
A round of Eden's perfect days,
Thy kingdom comes upon the earth!

My eyes are dim, my hands are weak, My soul is scarred with sin,

But day and night thy Word I seek,
That I a crown may win.
Cleanse thou and make my spirit pure
As are the spirits of thy saints;
Like them in bliss would I endure
When earthly body faints.
Far up on Heaven's resplendent height
I hear the circling cherubs sing,
As downward to this world of night
The New Jerusalem they bring !
ARTHUR PETERSON

TWO ARGOSIES 1

(ANTONIO'S AND SHAKESPEARE'S)

"THE ducats take! I'll sign the bond to-day:

No storm can wreck Antonio's whitewinged fleet;

My stately ships secure ride every bay
From Tripolis to Indies' golden seat.
The ducats take, Bassanio, go thy way;

Thy Portia win, and bid me to the feast; Ten thousand men Antonio's nod obey,

And of ten thousand Shylock is the least. I'll sign the bond, thy words cannot avail, No chance can reach the wealth I share with thee:

I stand secure, let cruel fortune rail
Till Venice sleeps beneath bright Adria's
sea."

Fate heard the boast
vessels lay

a thousand

'Mid rocks and sands to waves an idle prey.

The dramas take! That bond at least is

sure;

Twelve thousand words more dear than

ducats are

Outride the storms of ages and endure, Safe anchored here within the shifting bar

Of changing speech. Eternal now his tongue,

By right divine, sways all the world with

grace:

Great bond of all the words sweet Shake

speare sung;

1 Copyright, 1894, by HARPER & BROTHERS.