With them I take delight in weal And while I understand and feel My cheeks have often been bedew'd My thoughts are with the Dead; with them Their virtues love, their faults condemn, And from their lessons seek and find My hopes are with the Dead; anon Yet leaving here a name, I trust, ROBERT SOUTHEY THE DAY IS DONE THE day is done, and the darkness I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist; A feeling of sadness and longing, As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Not from the grand old masters, For, like strains of martial music, Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, Such songs have power to quiet Then read from the treasured volume And lend to the rhyme of the poet And the night shall be filled with music, HENRY W. LONGFELLOW THE OPTIMIST AT the midnight in the silence of the sleeptime, Will they pass to where-by death, fools think, im prisoned Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you loved so, -Pity me? Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken! With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly? -Being-who? One who never turned his breast but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right was worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake. No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be, There as here.' ROBERT BROWNING JUST WHISTLE A BIT JUST whistle a bit, if the day be dark, If mute be the voice of the piping lark, And it's wonderful how o'er the gray sky-track But why need he come? for your soul's at rest, Just whistle a bit, if the night be drear And a gleam that mocks the starlight clear Till the dearth of light in the glooming skies Just whistle a bit, if there's work to do, And your note will turn out a talisman true It will lighten your burden and make you feel Just whistle a bit, if your heart be sore; |