I am the truth, mirrored in fancy's glass; I am stability, all else will pass; I am eternity, encircling time; Kill me, none may; conquer me, nothing can— Ella Heath [18 THE INNER VISION MOST sweet it is with unuplifted eyes Το pace the ground, if path be there or none, The beauty coming and the beauty gone. -If Thought and Love desert us, from that day The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews William Wordsworth (1770-1850] ON AN OLD SONG LITTLE snatch of ancient song, Flying on thy wings of rhyme Lightly down the depths of time, Offspring of an idle hour, Whence has come thy lasting power? To Song marks of the human mind by one are left behind, a subtle change is wrought e mould and cast of thought; es of reasoning pass away, s of beauty lose their sway; ls and causes that have made ✓ noble lives must fade, the words that thrilled of old seem hueless, dead, and cold; y's rainbow tints are flying, ghts, like men, are slowly dying; ings perish, and the strongest I do not last the longest; stately ship is seen no more, ragile skiff attains the shore; while the great and wise decay, all their trophies pass away, 2907 sudden thought, some careless rhyme, loats above the wrecks of Time. William Edward Hartpole Lecky [1838-1903] TO SONG ll remain all tears for lovely things I be treasured tender wonderings, it secrets in all lonely parts of a song! here loveliness ep unhindered of life's mortal toll, Thomas S. Jones, Jr. [1882 VERSE PAST ruined Ilion Helen lives, Soon shall Oblivion's deepening veil AN OLD-FASHIONED POET IN simpler verse than triolets, Progressive years have passed since then- Amid the traffic of the town We catch the flutter of her gown. But one who knows her virgin grace O Muse immortal, singer true, Ada Foster Murray [18 POET AND LARK WHEN leaves turn outward to the light, When larks are pouring, high, unseen, ait Aimer, Sait Mourir" 2909 too, with the lark would wing arks drop downward to the nest, t to dream, and sing no more. D CHANGE, UNCHANGING h like the bird that sitteth by the rose, chill, and on the hill the first faint sunbeam the buds' thick-folded green the first redshows, of Hope and Spring, beside thy rose! th like the bird that sitteth by the rose, golden summer noon her golden heart o'er axeth red, now pale, yet ever is the rose, th of Love and Youth, eth like the bird that sitteth by the rose, e drooping stalk her brief sweet glory earth kindling on the leaf that fadeth from the rose, g, remembering, g beside thy rose! Dora Greenwell [1821-1882] SAIT AIMER, SAIT MOURIR” my soul away!" ke the Rose, and smiled; "within my cup he sunbeams fall in flame, all day drink my sweetness up!" "I sigh my soul away!" The Lily said; "all night the moonbeams pale Steal round and round me, whispering in their play An all too tender tale!" "I give my soul away!” The Violet said; "the West wind wanders on, The North wind comes; I know not what they say, And yet my soul is gone!" Oh, Poet, burn away Thy fervent soul! fond Lover at the feet Dora Greenwell (1821-1882) TO THE POETS BARDS of Passion and of Mirth, |