"LOSE WHAT THOU LOVEST, AND THE LIFE OF OLD IS FROM THINE EYES, O SOUL, NO MORE CONCEALED ;-(LORD LYTTON) 274 66 HAPPY THE MAN IN WHOM WITH EVERY YEAR-(LORD LYTTON) Who builds an altar, let him worship there; What needs the crowd? though love the shrine may be, Not hallowed less the prayer. When by the altar sleeps the funeral stone, And Truth is seen alone: When causeless Hate can wound its prey no more, And fawns its late repentance o'er the dead, Or if you children, whose young sounds of glee Taking some spark to glad the earth, or light And one sad memory in the sons requite [These lines may be compared with Byron's verses, written on the occasion of his thirty-sixth birth-day. They resemble them in tone and metri cal form.] LOOK BEYOND DEATH, AND THROUGH THY tears beholD THERE, WHEre love goes, thine anciENT HOME."-LYTTON. THE POPE AND THE BEGGAR. "The desires the chains, the deeds the wings." When reigned that clay the Hierarch Sire of Rome; NEW LIFE IS BORN, RE-BAPTIZED IN THE PAST."-LORD LYTTON. "LIKE LIGHT, CONNECTING STAR AND STAR, DOES THOUGHT, TRANSMITTED, RUN-(LYTTON) 66 HOW SWEET THE DAYS WE YEARN FOR, TILL FULFILLED!"-LYTTON. THE POPE AND THE BEGGAR. And all was incense, solemn dirge, and prayer, Dost thou not soar away?" And the soul answered, with a ghastly frown, 275 It spoke, and where Rome's purple ones reposed Without the church, unburied on the ground, There lay in rags a beggar newly dead; But round the corpse unnumbered lovely things, Formed, upward, upward, upward, with bright wings, "And what are ye, O beautiful?" "We are," Answered the cherubim, "his deeds!" And lightly passing, tier on tier, along IN THE ETERNAL SHALL WE SEIZE THE FLEETING NOW?"-LYTTON. RAYS THAT TO EARTH THE NEAREST ARE, HAVE LONGEST LEFT THE SUN."-LORD LYTTON. 66 MAPPED ARE THE KNOWN DOMINIONS OF THE THOUGHT, LYTTON) "Knew ye this beggar?" "Knew! a wretch who died Then did I muse, such are men's judgments; blind [From "Corn-Flowers," book ii.] "AS IN CREATION LIVES THE FATHER SOUL, SO LIVES THE SOUL HE BREATHED AMIDST THE CLAY; THE HOLLOW OAK. JOLLOW is the oak beside the sunny waters drooping; Dream I now, or hear I now-f Gay below the cowslip bank, see the billow dances, Farther, where the river glides by the wooded cover, BUT WHO SHALL FIND THE PALACE OF THE SOUL?"-LORD LYTTON. ROUND IT THE THOUGHTS ON STARRY AXLES ROLL, LIFE FLOWS AND EBBS AWAY."-LORD LYTTON. "FROM EDEN'S BOWERS THE FULL-FED RIVERS FLOW, TO GUIDE THE OUTCASTS TO THE LAND OF WOE;-(MACDONALD) "A DEEPER CHILDHOOD FIRST AWAY MUST WIPE-(G. MACDONALD) 66 [THIS thoughtful poet and eloquent writer is the author of numerous OUR EARTH ONE LITTLE TOILING STREAMLET YIELDS, TO GUIDE THE WANDERERS TO THE HAPPY FIELDS."-MACDONALD. AUTUMN SONG. JUTUMN clouds are flying, flying, Late so lovely new. Labouring wains are slowly rolling Goldener light sets noon a-sleeping Like an afternoon; Colder airs come stealing, creeping, After sun and moon; THE CONSCIOUSNESS WHICH WAS OUR MANHOOD'S PAIN."-MACDONALD. "BETTER TO SIT AT THE WATER'S BIRTH THAN A SEA OF WAVES TO WIN,-(GEORGE MACDONALD) TO LIVE IN THE LOVE THAT FLOWETH FORTH, THAN THE LOVE THAT COMETH IN."-MACDONALD. ["Labouring wains are slowly rolling home And the leaves, all tired of blowing Autumn's sun is sinking, sinking And our hearts are thinking, thinking FLOWING, AND FREE, AND SURE."-MACDONALD. |