JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS. 1840-1893 THE JEWS' CEMETERY ON THE LIDO Fringed with acacia flowers and billowy deep, EDWARD BOWEN. 1837-1901 FORTY YEARS ON Forty years on, when afar and asunder Parted are those who are singing to-day, With the tramp of the twenty-two men, Routs and discomfitures, rushes and rallies, Then, you will say, not a feverish minute Strained the weak heart, and the wavering knee, Never the battle raged hottest, but in it Follow up! Follow up p! O the great days, in the distance enchanted, How we discoursed of them, one with another, Loved the ally with the heart of a brother, Forty years on, growing older and older, Feeble of foot and rheumatic of shoulder, What will it help you that once you were strong? God give us bases to guard or beleaguer, Games to play out, whether earnest or fun, Fights for the fearless, and goals for the eager, Twenty, and thirty, and forty years on! Follow up! Follow up! SHEMUEL Shemuel, the Bethlehemite, Through the night they gazing stood, Back they came in wonder home, Eyes aflame, and hearts elated; Works of mercy now, as then, So they thought, nor deemed from whence His celestial recompense. Shemuel, by the fever bed, Touched by beckoning hands that led, Died, and saw the Uncreated; COSMO MONKHOUSE. 1840-1901 THE NIGHT EXPRESS With three great snorts of strength, Like some long dragon stirring in his sleep, Into the night I pass, And plunge alone into the silence deep. Little I know or care What be the load I bear, Why thus compell'd, I seek not to divine; I, his stern messenger! Does he his duty well as I do mine? Straight on my silent road, Flank'd by no man's abode, No foe I parley with, no friend I greet; Under the starry sky, Scorning the current of the sluggish street. Onward from South to North, Onward from Thames to Forth, On-like a comet-on, unceasingly, Faster and faster yet. On-where far boughs of jet Stretch their wild woof against the pearly sky. |