O star benignant and serene,

I take the good to-morrow,

That fills from verge to verge my dream, With all its joy and sorrow!

The old, sweet spell is unforgot

That turns to June December;

And, tho' the world remembered not,
Love, we would remember.

1876

XXIII

THE skies are strown with stars,
The streets are fresh with dew
A thin moon drifts to westward,
The night is hushed and cheerful .
My thought is quick with you.

Near windows gleam and laugh,
And far away a train

Clanks glowing through the stillness:
A great content's in all things,

And life is not in vain.

1877

XXIV

THE full sea rolls and thunders

In glory and in glee.

O, bury me not in the senseless earth But in the living sea!

Ay, bury me where it surges

A thousand miles from shore,

And in its brotherly unrest

I'll range for evermore.

XXV

In the year that's come and gone, love, his flying feather

Stooping slowly, gave us heart, and bade us walk

together.

In the year that's coming on, though many a troth be broken,

We at least will not forget aught that love hath spoken.

In the year that's come and gone, dear, we wove a tether

All of gracious words and thoughts, binding two together.

In the year that's coming on with its wealth of

roses

We shall weave it stronger yet, ere the circle

closes.

In the

year that's come and gone, in the golden weather,

Sweet, my sweet, we swore to keep the watch of life together.

In the year that's coming on, rich in joy and

sorrow,

We shall light our lamp, and wait life's mysterious

morrow.

K

1877