We are not worthy to endure The fervour of thy burning eyes, Thy perfect lips, thy bosom pure, Thy radiant aspect, sweetly wise. Breathe balm upon our span of breath, For thou art almost Queen of death. To thee, enwreathed with passion flowers, Thy altar needs no victim slain; It reeks not with the bleeding steer; Thy kingdom is no realm of pain, Thy worship is no creature's fear. Yet art thou trebly more divine, Needing no hecatombs of kine. The empires wane, the empires grow; They prosper or they are dismayed: Time lays their wrangling voices low; The victors and the vanquished fade. The foam-wreath on the crested spray Lasts but an instant less than they. But thou abidest, in thy might Is round thy head; and clusters bright Parent of Nature, lovely Queen, With promise of the myriad rose. MISREPRESENTATION Peace! there is nothing more for men to speak ; Believe them not that would disturb the end Say what you will, and have your sneer and go, CHARLES, LORD BOWEN. 1835-1894 GOOD-NIGHT, GOOD-MORNING Peace and farewell, ye torrent rills— Come, sweet night. Day, take thy flight: Rest to the earth-the weary earth- And on each mountain lawn Began the million golden glows Go, dear night. Come, purple light; At noon I found these violets blue Where early morning lies, And brought them fresh with light and dew Not purer than her eyes. To her who was my morning flower, As is my flower of noon, Soon comes a duskier twilight hour, And night will follow soon. AUGUSTA WEBSTER. 1837-1894 THE BROOK RHINE Small current of the wilds afar from men, Brattling against the stones, half mist, half flood, brood, And each change but to wake or sleep again. Pass on, young stream, the world has need of thee; FREDERICK MYERS. 1843-1900 SAINT PAUL Hark! what a sound, and too divine for hearing Surely He cometh, and a thousand voices Shout to the saints, and to the deaf are dumb; Surely He cometh, and the earth rejoices, Glad in His coming who hath sworn, I come. This hath He done, and shall we not adore Him? Yea thro' life, death, thro' sorrow and thro' sinning, |