Love, home, rest, joy, were offered As sacrifice to Fame. And distant times and nations The Spirit of the Present. Though nursed by such old legends, Our heroes of to-day Go cheerfully to battle As children go to play; They gaze with awe and wonder On your great names of pride, Unconscious that their own will shine In glory side by side! Day dawned; and as the Spirits passed away, Methought I saw, in the dim morning gray, The Past's bright diadem had paled before The starry crown the glorious Present wore. A LITLLE LONGER. A LITTLE longer yet- - a little longer, Shall violets bloom for thee, and sweet birds sing; A little longer yetlonger, a little The voices thou hast loved shall charm thine ear; And thy true heart, that now beats quick to hear them, A little longer yet shall hold them dear. A little longer yet-joy while thou mayest; Love and rejoice! for time has naught in store : And soon the darkness of the grave shall bid thee Love and rejoice and feel and know no more. A little longer still-Patience, Belovéd : A little longer still, ere Heaven unroll The Glory, and the Brightness, and the Wonder, Eternal, and divine, that waits thy Soul ! A little longer ere Life true, immortal, (Not this our shadowy Life,) will be thine own; And thou shalt stand where winged Archangels worship, And trembling bow before the Great White Throne. A little longer still, and Heaven awaits thee, And fills thy spirit with a great delight; Then our pale joys will seem a dream forgotten, Our Sun a darkness, and our Day a Night. A little longer, and thy Heart, Beloved, Shall beat forever with a Love divine; And joy so pure, so mighty, so eternal, No creature knows and lives, will then be thine. A little longer yet and angel voices Shall ring in heavenly chant upon thine ear; Angels and Saints await thee, and God needs thee: Belovéd, can we bid thee linger here! GRIEF. AN ancient enemy have I, So I read their deepest pages, in vain! words I But he was seated by my side ;· When at last soft sleep comes o'er me, A cold hand is on my heart; Stern sad eyes are there before me; Not in dreams will he depart : He is seated by my bed, Then I said, long time ago, "I will flee to other climes, I will leave mine ancient foe!" Though I wandered far and wide Still he followed at my side. And I fled where the blue waters Bathe the sunny isles of Greece; Then I said, "Mine arm is strong, I will make him turn and flee"; I have struggled with him longBut that could never be ! Once I battled with him so there! Listen, for my soul is weary, I shall cheat him of his prey; He has wounded me before, more; Pray that hour may come to me, Only then shall I be free; me Where my foe can never be ; Death, and Death alone, has power To conquer mine old enemy! THE TRIUMPH OF TIME. THE tender, delicate Flowers, I saw them fanned by a warm western wind, Fed by soft summer showers, Shielded by care, and yet, (0 Fate unkind!) Fade in a few short hours. The gentle and the gay, Rich in a glorious Future of bright deeds, Rejoicing in the day, Are met by Death, who sternly, sadly leads Them far away. And Hopes, perfumed and bright, So lately shining, wet with dew and tears, Trembling in morning light; I saw them change to dark and anxious fears Before the night! |