Bind their souls to me for ever By the love within their own." But the Voice cried :- "Once remember To the welfare of your brethren, "Nay;" and then the gentle answer Rose more loud, and full, and clear: "For the sake of all my brethren I thank God that I am here! Poor had been my Life's best efforts, Has the strength of Love and Death." VN THE CARVER'S LESSON. RUST me, no mere skill of subtle tracery, No mere practice of a dexterous hand, Will suffice, without a hidden spirit, That we may, or may not, understand. And those quaint old fragments that are left us Have their power in this, the Carver brought Earnest care, and reverent patience, only Worthily to clothe some noble thought. Shut then in the petals of the flowers, Round the stems of all the lilies twine, Place in stony hands that pray for ever Some true, loving message to your kind. Some will praise, some blame. and, soon forgetting, But I think, when years have floated onward, And the heart that dreamt it still and cold; There may come some weary soul, o'erladen Then, I think those stony hands will open, With the blessing and the loving token And the tendrils will unroll, and teach him And the birds' and angels' wings shake downward While he marvels at his fancy, reading Meaning in that quaint and ancient scroll, Little guessing that the loving Carver Left a message for his weary soul. J THREE ROSES. UST when the red June Roses blow She gave me one,—a year ago. A Rose whose crimson breath revealed The secret that its heart concealed, Just when the red June Roses blow I laid it on her smiling lips; The balmy fragrance of the south Drew sweetness from her sweeter mouth. Swiftly do golden hours creep, To hold is not to keep. |