IF HE HEARD US, HE WOULD SURELY (FOR THEY CALL HIM GOOD AND MILD) ANSWER, "OUR FATHER ! "BUT LOVE STRIKES ONE HOUR-LOVE. THOSE NEVER LOVED THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST. Which shall seem to understand, Till I answer, 'Rise, and go; For the world must love and fear him Whom I gift with heart and hand.' 66 Then he will arise so pale, I shall feel my own lips tremble With a Yes I must not say, I will utter and dissemble 'Light to-morrow with to-day.' "Three times shall a young foot-page And kneel down beside my feet- "And the first time I will send "Then the young foot-page will run ; Till he kneeleth at my knee : 'I am a duke's eldest son, WHO DREAM THAT THEY LOVED ONCE."-E. B. BROWNING. 237 SMILING DOWN THE STEEP WORLD VERY PURELY, COME AND REST WITH ME, MY CHILD.'"-E. B. BROWNING. "HE [COWPER] TESTIFIED THIS SOLEMN TRUTH, THOUGH FRENZY-DESOLATED "OF THOSE WHO SIT AND LOVE YOU, UP IN HEAVEN, [ELIZABETH Barrett BrowNING was born in 1809, married to Robert Browning, the poet, in 1846, died in 1861. Her poetical genius was of a lofty order; with the heart of a woman she combined a man's brain. Her principal works are "The Drama of Exile," Casa Guidi Windows," "Aurora Leigh," and "Poems before Congress." Her minor poems are instinct with the true afflatus.] SAY NOT, WE LOVED THEM ONCE.' -E. B. BROWNING. 'NOR MAN, NOR NATURE, SATISFY WHOM ONLY GOD CREATED.'"-E. B. BROWNING. "GOD STRIKES A SILENCE THROUGH YOU ALL, AND GIYETH HIS BELOVED SLEEP!"-E. B. BROWNING. 66 SING OUT, CHILDREN, AS THE LITTLE THRUSHES DO." -MRS. BROWNING. . A DEAD ROSE. ROSE, who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet, But pale, and hard, and dry as stubble-wheat- The breeze that used to blow thee Between the hedge-row thorns, and take away If breathing now, unsweetened would forego thee. And mix his glory in thy gorgeous corn, Till beam appeared to bloom, and flower to burn,— The dew that used to wet thee, And, white first, grew incarnadined, because The fly that lit upon thee, To stretch the tendrils of its tiny feet The bee that once did suck thee, And build thy perfumed ambers up his hive, The heart doth recognize thee, Alone, alone! The heart doth smell thee sweet, 6. THE YOUNG BIRDS ARE CHIRPING IN THE NEST."-MRS. BROWNING. "O EARTH, SO FULL OF DREARY NOISES! O MEN, WITH WAILING IN YOUR VOICES!"-E. B. BROWNING. 240 HE MAKES NO FRIEND WHO NEVER MADE A FOE."-TENNYSON. INCITEMENT TO PERSEVERANCE. Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most complete- More love, dead rose! than to such roses bold Which Julia wears at dances, smiling cold :— [ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.] "WE GAPE, WE GRASP, WE GRIPE, ADD STORE TO STORE; ENOUGH REQUIRES TOO MUCH; TOO MUCH CRAVES MORE."-QUARLES. INCITEMENT TO PERSEVERANCE. S |AY not, the struggle nought availeth, For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, And not by eastern windows only, [ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH, author of "The Bothie of Tober-na-Vuolich,” "HOW VAIN IS WORTH! HOW SHORT IS GLORY'S DATE!"-CHURCHILL. "CONQUER WE SHALL, BUT WE MUST FIRST CONTEND; 'TIS NOT THE FIGHT THAT CROWNS US, BUT THE END."-R. HERRICK. "GREEN FIELDS OF ENGLAND! WHERESOE'ER ACROSS THIS WATERY WASTE WE FARE, "THEIRS BE NO FLOWER THAT WITHERS ON THE STALK, GONE IMAGE AT OUR HEARTS WE BEAR, GREEN FIELDS OF ENGLAND EVERYWHERE."-A. H. CLOUGH. IPS, lips, open! Up comes a little bird that lives inside, Up comes a little bird, and peeps and out he flies. All the day he sits inside, and sometimes he sings, BUT ROSES CROPPED, THAT SHALL NOT BLOOM IN VAIN."-ELLIOTT. |