As the Piper turned from the High Street They made a decree that lawyers never On the Twenty-second of July, And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed, 220 "And so long after what happened here As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed; And the Piper advanced and the children fol- And when all were in to the very last, 230 270 The place of the children's last retreat, To shock with mirth a street so solemn; "It's dull in our town since my playmates I can't forget that I'm bereft My lame foot would be speedily cured, To go now limping as before, And never hear of that country more!'' XIV Alas, alas for Hamelin! There came into many a burgher's pate 250 260 The Mayor sent East, West, North and South, Wherever it was men's lot to find him, And bring the children behind him. Into which they were trepanned3 X7 290 Not a word to each other; we kept the great | So, we were left galloping, Joris and I, pace Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, our place; 'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, 40 Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique4 And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in So Joris broke silence with, "Yet there is Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster time!'' let fall, And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear And all I remember is-friends flocking round bent back Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, * This poem was suggested by Wordsworth's They, with the gold to give, doled him out While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough silver, In England-now! So much was theirs who so little allowed: How all our copper had gone1 for his service! Rags were they purple,2 his heart had been proud! And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows! 10 We that had loved him so, followed him, hon- Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the oured him, Lived in his mild and magnificent eye, 10 Learned his great language, caught his clear accents, Made him our pattern to live and to die! Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us, they watch from their graves! He alone breaks from the van and the freemen, -He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves! We shall march prospering, not through his presence; Songs may inspirit us,-not from his lyre; Deeds will be done,-while he boasts his quiescence, Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire: 20 Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more, One task more declined, one more footpath untrod, One more devils'-triumph and sorrow for! angels, One wrong more to man, one more insult to God! Life's night begins: let him never come back to us! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part-the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again! Best fight on well,3 for we taught him-strike gallantly, Menace our heart ere we master his own; 30 Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us, hedge HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the Northwest died away;4 Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay; In the dimmest Northeast distance dawned Gibraltar grand and gray; "Here and here did England help me: how can I help England?"-say, Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God to praise and pray, While Jove's planet rises yonder, silent over Africa. THE BOY AND THE ANGEL* Morning, evening, noon and night, Praise God!" sang Theocrite. Pardoned in heaven, the first by the throne! Then to his poor trade he turned, Said Theocrite, "Would God that I With his holy vestments dight,5 And all his past career Since when, a boy, he plied his trade, And in his cell, when death drew near, An angel in a dream brought cheer: And rising from the sickness drear, Might praise him that great way, and die!" He grew a priest, and now stood here. Night passed, day shone, And Theocrite was gone. With God a day endures alway, God said in heaven, "Nor day nor night Then Gabriel, like a rainbow's birth, Entered, in flesh, the empty cell, Lived there, and played the craftsman well; And morning, evening, noon and night, And from a boy, to youth he grew: The man matured and fell away And ever o'er the trade he bent, And ever lived on earth content. (He did God's will; to him, all one God said "A praise is in mine ear; "So sing old worlds, and so "Clearer loves sound other ways: 'Twas Easter Day: he flew to Rome, In the tiring-room close by The great outer gallery, 60 "Thy voice's praise seemed weak; it droppedCreation's chorus stopped! "Go back and praise again The early way, while I remain. "With that weak voice of our disdain, Take up creation's pausing strain. 30Back to the cell and poor employ: Resume the craftsman and the boy!" Theocrite grew old at home; 40 A new Pope dwelt in Peter's dome. One vanished as the other died: They sought God side by side. SAUL* I 70 *In I Samuel, xvi. 14-23, David, the shepherd boy, is summoned to play on his harp and drive away the evil spirit which troubles Saul. Browning has availed himself of the theme to set forth, in majestic anapests, the range and power of music in its various kinds; thence passing to a view of the boundlessness of spiritual influence, and rising in the end to a vision of the ultimate oneness of human sympathy and love with divine. A. J. George writes: "The severity, sweetness, and beauty of the closing scene where David returns to his simple task of tending his flocks, when all nature is alive with the new impulse and pronounces the benediction on his efforts, is not surpassed by anything in our literature." And he: "Since the King, O my friend, for | On the great cross-support in the centre, that thy countenance sent, goes to each side; caught in his pangs 30 Neither drunken nor eaten have we; nor until He relaxed not a muscle, but hung there as, from his tent Thou return with the joyful assurance the And waiting his change, the king-serpent all King liveth yet, Shall our lip with the honey be bright, with Far away from his kind, in the pine, till the water be wet, deliverance come heavily hangs, For out of the black mid-tent's silence, a space With the spring-time,2-so agonized Saul, drear and stark, blind and dumb. of three days, "Yet now my heart leaps, O beloved! God's So docile they come to the pen-door till folding On thy gracious gold hair, and those lilies still They are white and untorn by the bushes, for living and blue lo, they have fed Just broken to twine round thy harp-strings, Where the long grasses stifle the water within as if no wild heat Were now raging to torture the desert!" III Then I, as was meet, Knelt down to the God of my fathers, and the stream's bed; rose on my feet, VI Hands and knees on the slippery grass-patch, Till for boldness they fight one another; and all withered and gone, then, what has weight That extends to the second enclosure, I groped To set the quick jerboa3 a-musing outside his |