ONLY A CURL. 39 VI. "God lent him and takes him," you sigh; Nay, there let me break with your pain: God's generous in giving, say I, And the thing which He gives, I deny VII. He gives what He gives. To give, Means with God not to tempt or deceive VIII. He gives what He gives. Be content! He resumes nothing given, be sure ! God lends? Where the usurers lent In His temple, indignant He went And scourged away all those impure. IX. He lends not; but gives to the end, And finish it up to your dream, Or keep, - X. as a mother may toys Too costly, though given by herself, Till the room shall be stiller from noise, And the children more fit for such joys, Kept over their heads on the shelf. XI. So look up, friends! you, who indeed Have possessed in your house a sweet piece Of the Heaven which men strive for, must need Be more earnest than others are, speed Where they loiter, persist where they cease. XII. You know how one angel smiles there. To be drawn by a single gold hair Of that curl, from earth's storm and despair, Adieu. A QUESTION. "Do you think of me as I think of you?" A FLOWER IN A LETTER. But sit (among the rocks?) and listen for "Do you think of me as I think of you?” 4I Why press so near each other, when the touch But while on mortal lips I shape anew Above the unshaken stars that see us die, MY A FLOWER IN A LETTER. Y lonely chamber next the sea, To pull the least in beauty. A thousand flowers - each seeming one To counterfeit his shining Within whose leaves the holy dew Red roses used to praises long, The nightingale's being over; And lilies white, prepared to touch Deep violets you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, And still appear as royal. Pansies for ladies all! I wis That none who wear such brooches, miss A jewel in the mirror; And tulips, children love to stretch Their fingers down, to feel in each Its beauty's secret nearer. Love's language may be talked with these To work out choicest sentences, No blossoms can be meeter, CALLS OF THE HEART. And, such being used in Eastern bowers, Or meanings be the sweeter. And such being strewn before a bride, Their longer bloom decreeing; Unless some voice's whispered sound And such being scattered on a grave, Which bloomed on earth a time ago, And such being wreathed for worldly feast, May feel them, — with a silent start, – The covenant, his childish heart With nature made, — renewing. CALLS OF THE HEART. I. FREE Heart, that singest to-day Like a bird on the first green spray; Wilt thou go forth to the world, 43 |