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They drew their chairs up side by
side, Their pale cheeks joined, and said, ic Once more!
"O MAY I JOIN THE CHOIR
INVISIBLE.” O MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence :
live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the
night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge
man's search To vaster issues.
So to live is heaven : To make undying music in the world, Breathing as beauteous order that con
trols With growing sway the growing life of
Its discords, quenched by meeting har
monies, Die in the large and charitable air, And all our rarer, better, truer self, That sobbed religiously in yearning
song, That watched to ease the burden of the
world, Laboriously tracing what must be, And what may yet be better –
within A worthier image for the sanctuary, And shaped it forth before the multi
tude Divinely human, raising worship so To higher reverence more mixed with
loveThat better self shall live till human
Time Shall fold its eyelids, and the human
sky Be gathered like a scroll within the
tomb Unread for ever.
This is life to come, Which martyred men have made more
glorious For us who strive to follow. May I
reach That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup of strength in some great
agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure
love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty Be the sweet presence of a good dif
fused, And in diffusion ever more intense. So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the
So we inherit that sweet purity
agonized With widening retrospect that bred
despair. Rebellious flesh that would not be sub
dued, A vicious parent shaming still its child Poor anxious penitence, is quick dis
WILLIAM COX BENNETT.
[BORN at Greenwich in 1820. Son of a watchmaker, at which business he was put when he was 14 years old. He has taken an active part in all the agitations for popular education during the past thirty years, is the Hon. Sec. to the Greenwich branch of the National Education League, and a member of the London Council. Has published several volumes of poems, but is best known as a song writer. Dr. Bennett is a practised political writer, and was for several years on the editorial staff of The Weekly Dispatch. The University of Tusculum conferred on him the degree of LL.D. in 1869. A collected edition of his poems appeared in 1862, in Routledge's British Poets.]
And blue eyes she sees
Look up from her knees, Those little blue unused shoes !
With the look that in life they wore.
Died April 7.
(Born in Ireland about 1820; published in 1850 a volume of Ballads, Poems, and Lyrics, with translations from several modern languages. Issued in 1853 a translation of Calderon's dra. mas; in 1857 two new volumes of Poems; and, in 1872, Shelby's Early Life, from original
In 1871 he received a pension of £100, in recognition of literary merit. 1882.]
SUMMER LONGINGS. AH! my heart is weary waiting, Ah! my heart is sick with longing, Waiting for the May,
Longing for the May, Waiting for the pleasant rambles Longing to escape from study Where the fragrant hawthorn-brambles, To the young face fair and ruddy, With the woodbine alternating,
And the thousand charms belonging Scent the dewy way.
To the summer's day. Ah! my heart is weary waiting, Ah! my heart is sick with longing, Waiting for the May.
Longing for the May.
[Born in 1821, son of Mr. E. H. Locker, a civil commissioner of Greenwich Hospital, and founder of the Naval Gallery there. Mr. Locker has contributed reviews to the Times, and verses to the Times, Blackwood, the Cornhill, and Punch, which have been collected in a volume called London Lyrics. His Poems have also been recently published in this country.] A HUMAN SKULL.
It may have held (to shoot some ranA HUMAN Skull! I bought it passing
dom shots) cheap,
Thy brains, Eliza Fry! or Baron ByIndeed 'twas dearer to its first em
ron's; ployer !
The wits of Nelly Gwynn, or Doctor
Watts — I thought mortality did well to keep Some mute memento of the Old De- Two quoted bards. Two philanstroyer.
Time was, some may have prized its
blooming skin; Her lips were woo'd, perhaps, in
transport tender; Some may have chuck'd what was a
dimpled chin, And never had my doubt about its
But this ytrust is clearly understood;
or woman, if adored or
hated Whoever own'd this Skull was not so
good, Nor quite so bad as many may have
Did she live yesterday or ages back?
or black, Poor little head! that long has done
Who love can need no special type of
(ELDEST son of the late Rev. Thos. Arnold, D.D., head-master of Rugby, born Dec. 24, 1822, at Laleham, Middlesex Co. Educated at Winchester, Rugby, and Baliol College, Oxford; graduated in 1844, and was elected a Fellow of Oriel College in 1845. Secretary to Lord Lansdowne from 1847 to 1857, when he was appointed one of the Lay Inspectors of Schools, under the Committee of Council on Education, a post which he still holds. In 1854 he published a volume of Poems under his own name, his previous volumes in 1848 and 1853 having been published without the name of the author. Elected Professor of Poetry at Oxford in 1857, which office he held till 1867. He has published several volumes of Poems and Essays, which are highly esteemed. “The strain of his mind,” says an anonymous critic," is calm and thoughtful; his style is the reverse of florid; deep culture, and a certain severity of taste have subdued every tendency to gay or passionate exuberance."] YOUTH'S AGITATIONS. “ Christ,” some one says,
as we are; WHEN I shall be divorced, some ten
No judge eyes us from Heaven, our sin years hence,
to scan; From this poor present self which I am now;
We live no more, when we have done When youth has done its tedious vain
our span.” expense
“Well, then, for Christ,” thou answerOf passions that for ever ebb and
est, “who can care? flow;
From sin, which Heaven records not,
why forbear? Shall I not joy youth's heats are left
Live we like brutes our life without a behind, And breathe more happy in an even
So answerest thou; but why not rather Ah no, for then I shall begin to find A thousand virtues in this hated time!
“Hath man no second life? - Pitch this Then I shall wish its agitations back,
Sits there no judge in Heaven, our sin And all its thwarting currents of de
to see?sire; Then I shall praise the heat which then I lack,
More strictly, then, the inward judge And call this hurrying fever, generous
Was Christ a man like us? — Ah ! let fire;
us try And sigh that one thing only has been
If we then, too, can be such men as he !' lent To youth and age in common discontent.
FROM "THE SCHOLAR-GIPSY."
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the THE BETTER PART.
hill; LONG fed on boundless hopes, O race of Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled man,
cotes ! How angrily thou spurn'st all simpler No longer leave thy wistful flock fare!