Do ye not sometimes long for power to speak To our dull ears, and pierce their shroud of clay With a loud cry, "Why, then, this grief at death'? We are the living, you the dead to-day! This truth you soon shall see, dear hearts, yet weak, In God's bright mirror cleared from mortal breath!" ART WOULDST know the artist? Then go seek Him in his labors. Though he strive With his own soul! Of him 't is part !- BEYOND Hannah Parker timball ONCE when the wind was on the roof, "Look well about thy precincts, learn The man's soul cast a glance about. But well it knew those precincts, well And of the Father and the Son, man had "Pray IIim to break these walls away." The soul shrank back, with hanging head: "The moon rides free, the stars dance high, The sun shines bright: these sights I dread." The walls seemed riven by a sword; The moon rode free, the wind blew sweet, The stars danced high; then sunshine lay In glory at the soul's free feet. It seemed to stand in a wide land; Then darkened grew the sky on high, me, A SIMPLE-HEARTED child was IIe, Sometimes He lay upon the grass, A simple child, and yet, I think, And claimed Him for their own, They gathered round Him fearlessly When He was all alone. They must have known and glorified The child who died for men. Ernest MeGaffey AS THE DAY BREAKS I PRAY you, what's asleep? The lily-pads, and riffles, and the reeds; No longer inward do the waters creep, No longer outwardly their force recedes, And widowed Night, in blackness wide and deep, Resumes her weeds. A "RISE" UNDER the shadows of a cliff Then from the depths a silver gleam As lightning cleaves the sombre sky GERONIMO BESIDE that tent and under guard As some chained eagle, broken-winged, With eyes that gleam like smouldering brands, A savage face, streaked o'er with paint, As restless as the desert winds, The eagle feather on his head I FEAR NO POWER A WOMAN I FEAR no power a woman wields Gray marsh-wastes and the burning sun. I sit alone with broken heart, my head Through the night-watches, whispering solemnly, "Behold, I am thy guest forevermore." It chills my soul to know that you are there. Great God, have mercy on my misery! LOVE O POWER of Love, O wondrous mystery! inore sure, My searching eyes have pierced the misty veil; The pain and anguish which stern Sorrow brings Through thee become more easy to endure. Love-strong I mount, and Heaven's high summit scale; Through thee, my soul has spread her folded wings. AT LAST BEYOND the bourn of mortal death and birth, Two lovers-parted sorrowing on earth Met in the land of dim and ghostly space. Wondering, he gazed on her illumined face: "Alone you bear the burden now," he said, "Of bondage; mine is ended, I am dead." With rapturous note of victory, she cried, "The Lord of Life be praised! I, too, have died." |