LOVE. I've looked upon the Euxine's azure plain, E'en to the glittering floor, down, down beneath, THE MOWERS. SINCE the first opening of the day ; I saw them with their brown arms bare prepare. As warrior men go to the sudden fray, They woke me with their voices loud, Of their long scythes. Now standing near They are half hidden in the long grass, Still toiling; but the calm, cool eve will bring Oh! workers in these life-fields worn A QUESTION. FOR S. E. K. TELL me which would'st thou rather? That much wealth were thine, Giving thee power to do and be, Opening to thy glad eyes the deep-down mine Of learning closed to thee A wealth of money, and a wealth of time, To spend in paths where thou would'st love to tread— Not dooming thee to waste thy prime In one long fight for bread; And, more than all, that thy right hand might move Or would'st thou rather be e'en as thou art, I think that I would have thee e'en as now; Of poorer times. I'd rather have thee hold TWENTY SUMMERS! TWENTY Summers in her eyes, The gathered light of twenty summers- To shade the light of twenty summers. "Tis this thought that in its beauty 'Tis this thought that makes me love her: C Twenty summers in her face, The treasured bloom of twenty summers! To pale the bloom of twenty summers. 'Tis this thought that makes me love her : Twenty summers in her heart, The gathered warmth of twenty summers! So slow as if too deeply laden With its love. 'Tis this thought that makes me love her : THE RAIN. THE rain has come unto the thirsting meads; They have been standing with arms opened wide To catch the glittering beads, And they are satisfied. To-morrow's sun will see them fresh and bright, They will not droop again. The rain has come unto my thirsting soul, As it had been a bowl, And I am satisfied. To-morrow and to-morrow ever bright, Fresh with the odour of the heaven-sent rain. And in the coming night It shall not droop again. A SERMON. HAST thou ne'er thought what a strange world is ours? So much of gain thinking, If men sold and bought less. Hast thou ne'er thought what a strange world is ours? Priests, women, and places, Great virtues and vices. |