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Till of thy countenance the alluring | My lowly love, that soaring seeks to
climb In majesty from out the blossoms smiled, Within his thought, and make a gentle From out their life seeming a beauteous
More blissful than if mine, in being his :
So shall I live in him and rest in Death. Love, who so didst choose me for
Taking this little isle to thy great sway,
gone: Hear, ere the shroud o'er these frail
limbs be thrown Since every king is vassal unto thee, My heart's lord needs must listen
loyally O tell him I am waiting for my Death!
O budding time!
Two wedded from the portal stept:
The bells made happy carollings,
The air was soft as fanning wings,
O pure-eyed bride!
Tell him, for that he hath such royal
power 'Twere hard for him to think how small
a thing, How slight a sign, would make a wealthy
dower For one like me, the bride of that pale
Two faces o'er a cradle bent:
O solemn hour!
Two parents by the evening fire:
The red light sell about their knees
On heads that rose by slow degrees
() patient life!
Tell him, O Love, I am a lowly maid,
lime And cleave to things most high and hal
lowed, As doth the fragrance of my life's
The two still sat together there,
The red light shone about their knees;
But all the heads by slow degrees
O voyage fast!
The red light shone upon the floor
They drew their chairs up side by
side, Their pale cheeks joined, and said, * Once more !”
* O) MAY
JOIN THE CHOIR
INVISIBLE." O MAY I join the choir invisible or those inmortal 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 hy meeting har
monies, Die in the large and charitable air. And all our rarer, beiter, 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 numan
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 Fog ys who strive to follow. May I
reacha That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup, of strength in some great
agöny, 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 foor 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 oa 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 1802, 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.
(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 Iwo 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. Died April . T882.]
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.