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To-morrow's cares shall bring to sight,
And Heaven thy morn will bless."
On every brow in light divine
The Cross by angel hands impressed, The seal of glory won and pledge oi
Little they dream, those haughty souls ALL SAINTS' DAY.
Whom empires own with bended Why blow'st thou not, thou wintry
What lowly fate their own controls, Now every leaf is brown and sere, Together linked by Heaven's deAnd idly droops, to thee resigned,
cree; The fading chaplet of the year? As bloodhounds hush their baying Yet wears the pure aërial sky
wild Her summer veil, half drawn on high, To wanton with some fearless child,
Of silvery haze, and dark and still So Famine waits, and War with The shadows sleep on every slanting greedy eyes, hill.
Till some repenting heart be ready for
the skies. How quiet shows the woodland
Think ye the spires that glow so
bright Reposing in decay serene,
In front of yonder setting sun, Like weary men when age is won, Such calm old age as conscience pure
Stand by their own unshaken might?
No- where th' upholding grace And self-commanding hearts ensure,
is won, Waiting their summons to the sky,
We dare not ask, nor Heaven would Content to live, but not afraid to die.
tell, Sure if our eyes were purged to trace
But sure from many a hidden dell, God's armies hovering
From many a rural nook unthought
of there, round, We should behold by angels' grace
Rises for that proud world the saints' The four strong winds of Heaven
prevailing prayer. fast bound, Their downward sweep a moment
On Champions blest, in Jesus' name, stayed
Short be your strife, your triumph On ocean cove and forest glade,
full, Till the last flower of autumn shed Till every heart have caught your Her funeral odors on her dying bed.
And, lightened of the world's misSo in Thine awful armory, Lord,
rule, The lightnings of the judgment-day Ye soar those elder saints to meet, Pause yet awhile, in mercy stored, Gathered long since at Jesus' feet,
Till willing hearts wear quite away No world of passions to destroy, Their earthly stains; and spotless Your prayers and struggles o'er, your shine
task all praise and joy.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
1792–1822. [Percy Bysshe Shelley, eldest son of Timothy Shelley (afterwards Sir Timothy Shelley, Bart.), was born at Field Place, near Horsham in Sussex, August 4, 1792. He was educated at Eiga and at University College, Oxford; but was expelled from Oxford in 1811 on account of his authorship of a tract on The Necessity of Atheison. In the same year he married Harriet Westbrook, a girl of sixteen, daughter of a coffee-house keeper, but separated from her in 1814. His intimacy with Mary Godwin, daughter of William Godwin, author of Political Justice, and of Mary Wollstonecrafi, led to a marriage with her after his first wife's death in 1816. In 1817 he was deprived by Lord Eldon of the custody of his children by his first marriage, and in 1818 he left England for Italy, in which country he resided, mainly at Naples, Leghorn, and Pisa, till his death by drowning in the Gulf of Spezia, July 8, 1822. Queen Mab, his first work of any note, was privately printel in 1813; Alastor was published in 1816; and Laon and Cythna, published and withdrawn in 1817, was reissued as The Revolt of Islam in 1818. The Cenci and Prometheus Unbound were both published in 1820, Epipsychidion was printed, and Adonais published in 1821, and the list is ended by Hellas published in 1822, – the year of the poet's untimely death.] IANTHE SLEEPING.
Will Ianthe wake again,
And give that faithful bosom joy (Queen Mab.)
Whose sleepless spirit waits to catch How wonderful is Death,
Light, life, and rapture, from her Death and his brother, Sleep!
smile? One, pale as yonder waning moon,
With lips of lurid blue;
The other, rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave,
THE FAIRY AND JANTHE'S It blushes o'er the world :
SOUL. Yet both so passing wonderful !
(Queen Mab.) Hath then the gloomy Power Whose reign is in the tainted sepul- STARS! your balmiest influence chres
shed! Seized on her sinless soul;
Elements ! your wrath suspend! Must then that peerless form
Sleep, Ocean, in the rocky bounds Which love and admiration cannot That circle thy domain! view
Let not a breath be seen to stir Without a beating heart, those azure Around yon grass-grown ruin's height, veins
Let even the restless gossamer Which steal like streams along a field Sleep on the moveless air !
Soul of lanthe! thou, That lovely outline, which is fair Judged alone worthy of the envied As breathing marble, perish?
boon Must putrefaction's breath That waits the good and the sincere; Leave nothing of this heavenly
that waits sight
Those who have struggled, and with But loathsomeness and ruin?
resolute will Spare nothing but a gloomy theme, Vanquished earth's pride and meanness On which the lightest heart might
burst the chains, moralize?
The icy chains of custom, and have Or is it only a sweet slumber
shone Stealing o'er sensation,
The day-stars of their age; - Soul of Which the breath of roseate morning
Awake! arise !
Kiss her until she be wearied out,
Then wander o'er city, and sea, and
land The perfect semblance of its bodily Touching all with thine opiate wand – frame.
When I arose and saw the dawn,
I sigh'd for thee;
When light rode high, and the dew was
gone, Immortal amid ruin.
And noon lay heavy on flower and tree,
And the weary Day turn'd to his rest Upon the couch the body lay, Lingering like an unloved guest, Wrapt in the depth of slumber :
I sigh'd for thee!
Wouldst thou me?
Murmur'd like a noon-tide bee
Shall I nestle near thy side?
Wouldst thou me? — And I replied
No, not thee! Marks of identity were there; Death will come when thou art dead, Yet, oh how different! One aspires
Soon, too soonto heaven,
Sleep will come when thou art fled; Pants for its sempiternal heritage, Of neither would I ask the boon And ever-changing, ever-rising still, I ask of thee, belovéd Night
Wantons in endless being. Swift be thine approaching flight, The other, for a time the unwilling
Come soon, soon! sport Of circumstance and passion, strug
gles on; Fleets through its sad duration rap- A DREAM OF THE UNKNOWN.
idly; Then like a useless and worn-out
I DREAM'D that as I wander'd by the machine,
way Rots, perishes, and passes.
Bare Winter suddenly was changed'
to Spring, And gentle odors led my steps astray,
Mix'd with a sound of waters murTO THE NIGHT.
Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Unrer a copse, and hardly dared to Spirit of Night!
fling Out of the misty eastern cave
Its green arms round the bosom of the Where all the long and lone daylight
stream, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear But kiss'd it and then fled, as Thou Which make thee terrible and dear,
mightest in dream. Swift be thy flight!
There grew pied wind-flowers and vioWrap thy form in a mantle gray
Daisies, those pearld Arcturi of the Blind with thine hair the eyes of day,
The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlips; tender blue-bells, at
whose birth The sod scarce heaved; and that tall
flower that wets Its mother's face with heaven-collected
tears, When the low wind, its playmate's voice,
And in the warm hedge grew lush eg.
lantine, Green cow-bind and the moonlight
colord May, And cherry-blossoms, and white cups,
whose wine Was the bright dew yet drain'd not
by the day; And wild roses, and ivy serpentine With its dark buds and leaves, wan
dering astray; And flowers azure, black, and streak'd
with gold, Fairer than
Spirit of Delight!
Many a day and night?
Win thee back again?
Thou wilt scoff at pain.
Of a trembling leaf,
Even the sighs of grief
To a merry measure;
Thou wilt come for pleasure;
And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag-flowers, pur
ple prankt with white. And starry river-buds among the sedge, And floating water-lilies, broad and
bright, Which lit the oak that overhung the
hedge With moonlight beams of their own
watery light; And bulrushes, and reeds of such deep
green As soothed the dazzled ye with sober
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of Delight !
And the starry night;
Methought that of these visionary flow
I made a nosegay, bound in such a
way Chat the same hues, which in their nat
ural bowers Were mingled or opposed, the like
array Kept these imprison'd children of the
I love snow and all the forms
Of the radiant frost;
I love tranquil solitude,
And such society As is quiet, wise, and good;