LOVE AND DEATH ALAS! that men must see Glad, when with strong, cool hand Glad to have finished pain, And labor wrought in vain, But Love's insistent voice Bids self to flee "Live that I may rejoice, Live on, for me!" So, for Love's cruel mind, Men fear this Rest to find, Nor know great Death is kind! Margaret Deland [1857 VAN ELSEN GOD spake three times and saved Van Elsen's soul; He spake by sickness first and made him whole; Van Elsen heard him not, Or soon forgot. God spake to him by wealth, the world outpoured Van Elsen's heart grew fat And proud thereat. God spake the third time when the great World smiled, And in the sunshine slew his little child; Van Elsen like a tree Fell hopelessly. long the stars we stood: his hand, and looked, and said, hereon his voice and mood Isic round his haloed head. re would I go and there abide." IPE GRAIN face of perfect peace, ›y passion, freed from pain, ed that work should cease self the ripened grain. your beauty bears at is wrung from pain,— stial beauty wears vork, of ripened grain. Of human care you left no trace, "THE LAND WHICH NO ONE KNOWS" DARK, deep, and cold the current flows O'er its sad gloom still comes and goes Why shrieks for help yon wretch, who goes Though myriads go with him who goes, For all must go where no wind blows, Yet why should he who shrieking goes Alone with God, where no wind blows, O shoreless Deep, where no wind blows! Ebenezer Elliott [1781-1849] Amid long, sunlit fields; around them sprang "My Lord," she said, "the land is very fair!" Smiling, he answered: "Was it not so there?" "There?" In her voice a wondering question lay: "Was I not always here, then, as to-day?" He turned to her with strange, deep eyes aflame: "Knowest thou not this kingdom, nor my name?" "Nay," she replied: "but this I understandThat thou art Lord of Life in this dear land!" "Yea, child," he murmured, scarce above his breath: "Lord of the Land! but men have named me Death." Charles Buxton Going [1863 SHEMUEL SHEMUEL, the Bethlehemite, He nor caught the mystic story, Through the night they gazing stood, Back they came in wonder home, Eyes aflame and hearts elated; Works of mercy now, as then, |