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And the transient trouble of drowning-what was it VI.

when match'd wiib the pains O we poor orphans of nothing-alone on that lonely of the hellish heat of a wretched life rushing back shore

thro' the veins ! Born of the brainless Nature who knew not that which she bore !

XII. Trusting no longer that earthly flower would be heavenly fruit

Why should I live! one son had forged on his Come from the brote, poor souls-10 souls—and to father and fled, die with the brute-

And if I believed in a God, I would thank him, the

other is dead,

And there was a baby-girl, that had never look'd on VII.

the light: Nay, but I am not claiming your pity: I know you Happiest she of us all, for she past from the night of old

to the night. Small pity for those that have ranged from the nar

XIII. row warmth of your fold Where you bawl'd the dark side of your faith and a But the crime, if a crime, of her eldest-born, her God of eternal rage,

glory, her boast, Till you flung us back on ourselves, and the human Struck hard at the tender heart of the mother, and heart, and the Age.

broke it almost ; Tho', name and fame dying ont for ever in endless

time, VIII.

Does it matter so much whether crown'd for a virBut pity-the Pagan beld it a vice-was in her and tue, or hang'd for a crime ?

in me,


Helpless, taking the place of the pitying God that

XIV. should be !

(power, Pity for all that aches in the grasp of an idiot And ruin'd by him, by him, I stood there, naked, And pity for our own selves on an earth that bore amazed not a flower ;

In a world of arrogant opulence, seard myself turnPity for all that suffers on land or in air or the deep, ing crazed, And pity for our owy selves till we lovg'd for eternal And I would not be mock'd in a madhouse! and sleep.

she, the delicate wife,

With a grief that could only be cured, if cured, by IX.

the surgeon's knife, "Lightly step over the sands! the waters-you hear

them call ! Life with its anguish, and horrors, and errors-away with it all!"

Why should we bear with an hour of torture, a moAnd she laid her hand in my own—she was always ment of pain

(vain, loyal and sweet

If every man die for ever, if all his griefs are in Till the points of the foam in the dusk came play- And the homeless planet at length will be wheel'd ing about our feet.

thro' the silence of space, There was a strong sea-current would sweep us out Motherless evermore of an ever-vanishing race, to the main.

When the worm shall have writhed its last, and its “Ah God” thu' I felt as I spoke I was taking the last brother-worm will have fled name in vain

From the dead fossil skull that is left in the rocks “Ah God” and we turn'd to each other, we kiss'd, of an earth that is dead?

we embraced, she and I, Knowing the Love we were used to believe ever

XVI. lasting would die: We had read their know- nothing books and we Have I crazed myself over their horrible ifidel writlean'd to the darker side

ings? O yes, Ah God, should we find Him, perhaps, perhaps, if For these are the new dark ages, you see, of the we died, if we died;

popular press, We never had found Him on earth, this earth is a When the bat comes out of his cave, and the owls fatherless Hell

[farewell,” are whooping at noon, “Dear Love, for ever and ever, for ever and ever And Doubt is the lord of this dunghill and crows to Never a cry so desolate, not since the world began ! the sun and the moon, Never a kiss 80 sad, no, not since the coming of Till the Sun and the Moon of our science are both man.

of them turu'd into blood,

And Hope will have broken her heart, running after X.

a shadow of good; But the blind wave cast me ashore, and you saved for their knowing and know - nothing books are me, a valueless life,

scatter'd from haud to handNot a grain of gratitude mine! You have parted | We have knelt in your know-all chapel too looking the man from the wife.

(sea, over the sand.
I am left alone on the land, she is all alone in the
If a curse meant ought, I would curse you for not
baving let me be.

What! I should call on that Infinite Love that has

served us so well?


Infinite wickedness rather that made everlasting Visions of youth-for my brain was drunk with the Made us, foreknew us, foredoom'd us, and does what water, it seems ;

he will with his own; I had past into perfect quiet at length out of pleasant Better our dead brute mother who never has heard dreams,

us groan!


XX. Hell? if the souls of men were immortal, as men Blasphemy! whose is the fault? is it mine for have been told,

why would you save [best in his grave ? The lecher would cleave to his lasts, and the miser A madman to vex you with wretched words, who is would yearn for his gold,

Blasphemy! ay, why not, being damn'd beyond bope And so there were Hell for ever! but were there a of grace ?

[your faith and your face! God as you say,

O would I were yonder with her, and away from His Love would have power over Hell till it utterly Blasphemy! true! I have scared you pale with my vanish'd away.

scandalous talk,

[that you walk. But the blasphemy to my mind lies all in the way XIX.

XXI. Ah yet-I have had some glimmer, at times, in my gloomiest woe,

Hence! she is gone! can I stay? can I breathe or a God behind all-after all-the great God for divorced from the Past ? aught that I know;

You needs must have good lynx-eyes if I do not Bat the God of Love and of Hell together—they can- escape you at last.

(de-se, not be thought,

Our orthodox coroner doubtless will find it & feloIf there be such a God, may the Great God curse And the stake and the cross-road, fool, if you wili, him and bring him to nought!

does it matter to me!

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