VI. A tall centurion first drew near, Quoth he, "Our old gods' empire shakes, A shepherd spake: "Behold the Lamb, As sheep before the shearers dumb, Him then as King the skies shall greet, A woman of the city came, Who said, "In me hope conquers shame. Dame Rahab, Bathshebah, forsooth, VII. Next Joseph, spouse of Mary, came,- Who said, "This babe, Lord God, is Thine As Thou didst me forewarn; And I will stand beside His throne, And all the lands shall be His own Which the sun girds with burning zone, Said Zacharias, "Love and will Whereat his wife Elisabeth: "My thoughts are on the myrrh, since death A prophet, like my prophet-boy,- But Mary, God's pure lily, smiled: 66 Lord, with Thy manhood crown my child,More man, more God; for they who shine Most human shall be most divine. Of those I think no scorn, King, prophet, priest, when worlds began; The Star 'twixt night and morn." LOVE'S INFINITE MADE FINITE. Он, there are moments in man's mortal years, When for an instant that which long has lain Beyond our reach, is on a sudden found In things of smallest compass, and we hold The unbounded shut in one small minute's space, And worlds within the hollow of our hand, A world of music in one word of love, Such moments are man's holiest,—the full-orbed From "Liber Amoris." THE CREED OF LOVE. A MIGHTIER church shall come, whose covenant word Shall be the deeds of love. Not Credo then,— Amo shall be the password through its gates. "Believest thou?" but "Lovest thou?" and all THE SENSE OF LOSS. WHEN the first minstrel winds of winter lay Their wild hands on the leafless boughs, which heave With slow-drawn sighs, till all the forest harp Wails o'er the buried autumn and lets loose The sea-like music of eternity; Then if perchance thou wanderest forth alone That never can return. All, all is lost; ROBERT KELLY WEEKS. Died in New [Born in New York City, 21st September 1840. York, 13th April 1876. Graduated at Yale, 1862. Author of Poems (New York, 1866); Episodes and Lyric Pieces (1870), and others. The poems given are from the collected edition of his poems, published by Henry Holt & Co., with whose kind permission they are quoted.] BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON. THE boughs that bend over, The vines that aspire To be close to your window Come forth from them, darling! That between us be even Impalpable air! ON THE BEACH. THANKS to a few clouds that show What else but here to lie And bask me in the sun? Or lovingly, along the low Smooth shore no plough depraves, THE MIST. I SAW along the lifeless sea A crouching mist came crawling low None marked that creeping, crawling mist That crept and crawled so stealthily And was so weak and white; The moon was shining clear, I wist, I saw it creeping, crawling low, I saw it creep and crawl and grow Was shrouded silently: |