No heavenly chant, no earthly care, Have stirred a smile or frown. I wake; thy kiss is on my lips; THEOCRITUS AY! Unto thee belong The pipe and song, Theocritus, Loved by the satyr and the faun! Thine, the blood-red revels, And maidens veiled in falling robes of lawn! The stalwart glories of the North; And ours the voices uttering forth By midnight round these cliffs a mighty strain; A tale of viewless islands in the deep Of mariners rocked asleep, In the great cradle, far from Grecian ire To us, to us, The dark-leaved shadow and the shining birch, All my room was dark and damp: Who art come to sup with me." Opening wide the door he came, When my little lamp was gleaming, And the feast was spread for three, Lo, my MASTER Was the Guest that supped with me! ALL'S WELL THE day is ended. Ere I sink to sleep, My weary spirit seeks repose in Thine. Father! forgive my trespasses, and keep This little life of mine. (THE SUGGESTED DEVICE OF A NEW WESTERN STATE) FAR-OFF a young State rises, full of might: I paint its brave escutcheon. Near at hand See the log-cabin in the rough clearing stand; A woman by its door, with steadfast sight, Trustful, looks Westward, where, uplifted bright, Some city's Apparition, weird and grand, Motionless on the burning cloud afar: THE CHILD IN THE STREET FOR A VOLUME OF DOUBLE AUTHORSHIP Send a dear child in some true servant's caro Will earn sweet smiles and glances everywhere, From loving faces; and that passers fair Will bend, and bless, and kiss her, when they see, And ask her name, and if her home is near, And think, "O gentle child, how blessed are they Whose twofold love bears up a single flower!" IRELAND A SEASIDE PORTRAIT A GREAT, Still Shape, alone, She sits (her harp has fallen) on the sand, And sees her children, one by one, depart:Her cloak (that hides what sins beside her own!) Wrapped fold on fold about her. Lo, She comforts her fierce heart, As wailing some, and some gay-singing go, With the far vision of that Greater Land Deep in the Atlantic skies, St. Brandan's Paradise! Another Woman there, Mighty and wondrous fair, Stands on her shore-rock:- -one uplifted hand |