This voice did on my spirit fall, WHERE LIES THE LAND. Or shall he find before his term be sped For weary is work, and weary day by day WHERE lies the land to which the ship would go? Or may it be that I shall find my mate, Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know; On sunny noons upon the deck's smooth face, Where lies the land to which the ship would go? VENIT HESPERUS. THE skies have sunk, and hid the upper snow, The rainy clouds are filing fast below, Ah, dear! and where is he, a year agone, The lightning zigzags shoot across the sky, And through the vale the rains go sweeping by; Palie !) And doth he e'er, I wonder, bring to mind And doth he sometimes in his slumbering see And loud and louder roars the flood below. And he, returning, see himself too late? The rain is ending, and our journey too: FAITH. O THоυ whose image in the shrine Doth vanish, part, and leave behind O thou, that in our bosom's shrine I will not prate of "thus" and "so," Do only thou in that dim shrine, I will not ask to feel thou art. CHARLES KINGSLEY. for Loose Thinkers," 1852; "Hypatia," a novel, 1853; "Alexandria and her Schools," 1854; "Sermons for the Times," 1854; "Westward Ho!" a novel, 1855; "Glaucus," a short treatise on marine zoology and botany, 1856; "The Heroes; or, Greek Fairy Tales," 1856; "Two Years ago,' a novel, 1856; "Good News of God," sermons, 1859; "Sir Walter Raleigh and his Times," 1859; "The Water Babies," a fairy story, 1863; "The Roman and the Teuton," lec CHARLES KINGSLEY was born in Holne, Dev- | Saint's Tragedy," 1848; " Alton Locke," 1850; onshire, England, June 12, 1819. His father "Yeast," 1851; "Sermons on National Subwas vicar of Holne. He was graduated at Cam-jects," 1852; “Phaëton; or, Loose Thoughts bridge in 1842, and studied law for a while, but soon gave it up, and entered the church. He became curate of Eversley, Hampshire, and in 1844 was made rector. He accepted the chair of Modern History at Cambridge in 1859, and was made canon of Chester in 1869, and afterward canon of Westminster and chaplain to the Queen. He resigned his professorship in 1869, and in 1872 became editor of "Good Words." He visited the United States in 1873, travelled extensively, going as far as California, and lectures, 1864; "Hereward, the Last of the Engtured in the principal cities. He returned home in 1874, and died in London, January 23, 1875. Kingsley held a pretty high place as a poet, a still higher as a novelist, and the highest of all as a philanthropist and friend of the laboring classes. For their improvement he united with Rev. F. D. Maurice and others in establishing coöperative associations, and two of his best novels " Alton Locke, Tailor and Poet," and "Yeast: a Problem"-deal directly with the questions of labor and its compensation. Mr. Kingsley's publications were as follows: "Twenty-five Village Sermons," 1844; "The lish," 1866; "The Hermits," 1867; "How and Why," 1869; "At Last: a Christmas in the West Indies," 1871; "Plays and Puritans," 1873; "Prose Idyls," 1873; "Westminster Sermons," 1874; and "Health and Education," 1874. The first collection of his poems was published in Boston, Mass., in 1856, and republished in London the next year; " Andromeda" was published in 1858. A complete edition of his poems appeared in London in 1872. His lectures in America, edited by his widow, were published in 1876. ANDROMEDA. OVER the sea, past Crete, on the Syrian shore to Dwells in the well-tilled lowland a dark-haired Skilful with needle and loom, and the arts of the dyer and carver, Skilful, but feeble of heart; for they know not Teacher of wisdom to heroes, bestower of might Share not the cunning of Hermes, nor list to the songs of Apollo. Fearing the stars of the sky, and the roll of the Fearing all things that have life in the womb of Manful with black-beaked ships, they abide in a sorrowful region, Vexed with the earthquake, and flame, and the Drowning the barley and flax, and the hard- Inland the floods came yearly; and after the Bred of the slime, like the worms which are bred from the muds of the Nile-bank, Shapeless, a terror to see; and by night it swam out to the seaward, Daily returning to feed with the dawn, and devoured of the fairest, Cattle, and children, and maids, till the terrified people fled inland. Fasting in sackcloth and ashes they came, both the king and his people, Came to the mountain of oaks, to the house of the terrible sea-gods, Hard by the gulf in the rocks, where of old the world-wide deluge Sank to the inner abyss; and the lake where the fish of the goddess, Holy, undying, abide; whom the priests feed daily with dainties. There to the mystical fish, high-throned in her chamber of cedar, Burnt they the fat of the flock; till the flame shone far to the seaward. Three days fasting they prayed: but the fourth day the priests of the goddess, Cunning in spells, cast lots, to discover the crime of the people. All day long they cast, till the house of the monarch was taken, Cepheus, king of the land; and the faces of all gathered blackness. Then once more they cast; and Cassiopeia was taken, Deep-bosomed wife of the king, whom oft farseeing Apollo Watched well-pleased from the welkin, the fairest of Ethiop women: Fairest, save only her daughter; for down to the ankle her tresses Rolled, blue-black as the night, ambrosial, joy to beholders. Awful and fair she arose, most like in her coming to Hebe, Queen before us whom the Immortals arise, as she comes on Olympus, Out of the chamber of gold, which her son Hephæstos has wrought her. Such in her stature and eyes, and the broad white light of her forehead. Stately she came from her palace, and she spoke in the midst of the people: "Pure are my hands from blood: most pure this heart in my bosom. Yet one fault I remember this day: one word have I spoken; Rashly I spoke on the shore, and I dread lest the sea should have heard it. Watching my child at her bath, as she plunged in the joy of her girldhood, Fairer I called her in pride then Atergati, queen of the ocean. Judge ye if this be my sin, for I know none other." She ended; Wrapping her head in her mantle she stood, and the people were silent. Answered the dark-browed priests: "No word, once spoken, returneth, Even if utterd unwitting. Shall gods excuse our rashness? That which is done, that abides; and the wrath of the sea is against us; Hers, and the wrath of her brother, the Sun-god, lord of the sheepfolds. Fairer than her hast thou boasted thy daughter? Ah, folly! for hateful, Hateful are they to the gods, whoso, impious, liken a mortal, Fair though he be, to their glory; and hateful is that which is likened, Grieving the eyes of their pride, and abominate, doomed to their anger. What shall be likened to gods? The unknown, who deep in the darkness | Ever abide, twyformed, many-handed, terrible, shapeless. Woe to the queen; for the land is defiled, and the people accursed. Take thou her therefore by night, thou ill-starred Cassiopeia, Take her with us in the night, when the moon sinks low to the westward; Bind her aloft for a victim, a prey for the gorge of the monster, Far on the sea-girt rock, which is washed by the surges for ever; So may the goddess accept her, and so may the land make atonement, Purged by her blood from its sin; so obey thou the doom of the rulers." Bitter in soul they went out, Cepheus and Bitter in soul; and their hearts whirled round, as the leaves in the eddy. Weak was the queen, and rebelled; but the king, like a sheperd of people, Willed not the land should waste; so he yielded the life of his daughter. Deep in the wane of the night, as the moon sank low to the westward, They by the shade of the cliffs, with the horror of darkness around them, Stole, as ashamed, to a deed which became not the light of the sunshine, Slowly, the priests, and the queen, and the virgin bound in the galley. Slowly they rowed to the rocks; but Cepheus far in the palace Sate in the midst of the hall, on his throne, like a shepherd of people, Choking his woe, dry-eyed, while the slaves wailed loudly around him. They on the sea-girt rock, which is washed by the surges for ever, Set her in silence, the guiltless, aloft with her face to the eastward. Under a crag of the stone, where a ledge sloped down to the water, There they set Andromeden, most beautiful, shaped like a goddess, Lifting her long white arms wide-spread to the walls of the basalt, Chaining them, ruthless, with brass; and they called on the might of the Rulers : Mystical fish of the seas, dread Queen whom Whelming the land in thy wrath, unavoidable, sharp as the sting-ray, Thou, and thy brother the Sun, brain-smiting, lord of the sheepfold, Scorching the earth all day, and then resting at night in thy bosom, Take ye this one life for many, appeased by the blood of a maiden, Fairest, and born of the fairest, a queen, most priceless of victims." Thrice they spat as they went by the maid; but her mother delaying Fondled her child to the last, heart-crushed; and the warmth of her weeping Fell on the breast of the maid, as her woe broke forth into wailing. "Daughter! my daughter! forgive me! O curse not the murderess! Curse not! |