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Till of thy countenance the alluring | My lowly love, that soaring seeks to terror
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!
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 wedded from the portal stept:
The bells made happy carollings,
The air was soft as fanning wings, White petals on the pathway slept.
O pure-eyed bride!
O tender pride!
rocked, Those watched a life that love had sent.
( solemn hour! O hidden power!
Two parents by the evening fire:
The red light fell about their knees
On heads that rose by slow degrees
O 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 Had gone and lest that lonely pair.
O voyage fast!
O vanished past! The red light shone upon the floor And made the space between them
They drew their chairs up side by Its discords, quenched by meeting harside,
monies, Their palé cheeks joined, and said, Die in the large and charitable air. i Once more !"
And all our rarer, better, truer self, O memories!
That sobbed religiously in yearning O past that is !
song, That watched to ease the burden of the
world, Laboriously tracing what must be, And what may yet be better — saw
within O MAY I JOIN THE CHOIR INVISIBLE."
A worthier image for the sanctuary,
And shaped it forth before the multiO MAY I join the choir invisible
tude Of those immortal dead who live again
Divinely human, raising worship so In minds made better by their presence: To higher reverence more mixed with live
loveIn pulses stirred to generosity,
That better self shall live till numan In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn
Time For miserable aims that end with self,
Shall fold its eyelids, and the human In thoughts sublime that pierce the
sky night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge
Be gathered like a scroll within the
tomb man's search
Unread for ever. To vaster issues.
This is life to come, So to live is heaven: Which martyred men have made more To make undying music in the world,
glorious Breathing as beauteous order that com For she strive- to follow. May I
trols With growing sway the growing life of That purest heaven, be to other souls
The cup, of strength in some great So we inherit that sweet purity
agóny, For which we struggled, failed, and Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure agonized
Tove, With widening retrospect that bred Beget the smiles that have no cruelty despair.
Be the sweet presence of a good difRebellious flesh that would not be sub
And in diffusion ever more intense. A vicious parent shaming still its child So shall I join the choir invisible Poor anxious penitence, is quick dis- Whose music is the gladness of the solved;
WILLIAM COX BENNETT.
[Born at Greenwich in 1820. Son of a watchmaker, at which business he was put when be 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 ihe 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 Routiedgr'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, ard Loris, 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.
Died April . 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.