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"LOSE WHAT THOU LOVEST, AND THE LIFE OF OLD IS FROM THINE EYES, O SOUL, NO MORE CONCEALED ;-(LORD LYTTON)
HAPPY THE MAN IN WHOM WITH EVERY YEAR-(LORD LYTTON)
If vain for others, not in vain for me,
Who builds an altar, let him worship there;
What needs the crowd? though love the shrine may be,
Enow if haply, in the after days,
When by the altar sleeps the funeral stone,
When gone the mists our human passions raise,
When causeless Hate can wound its prey no more,
If gentle footsteps from some kindlier shore
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 metrical form.]
THE POPE AND THE BEGGAR.
"The desires the chains, the deeds the wings."
SAW a soul beside the clay it wore,
When reigned that clay the Hierarch Sire of Rome;
NEW LIFE IS BORN, RE-BAPTIZED IN THE PAST."-LORD LYTTON.
LOOK BEYOND DEATH, AND THROUGH THY TEARS BEHOLD THERE, where love goeS, THINE ANCIENT HOME."-LYTTON.
"LIKE LIGHT, CONNECTING STAR AND STAR, DOES THOUGHT, TRANSMITTED, RUN-(LYTTON)
HOW SWEET THE DAYS WE YEARN FOR, TILL FULFILLED!"-LYTTON.
THE POPE AND THE BEGGAR.
And all was incense, solemn dirge, and prayer,
And still the soul stood sullen in the clay: "O soul, why to thy heavenly native air Dost thou not soar away?"
And the soul answered, with a ghastly frown,
"In what life loved, death finds its weal or woe; Slave to the clay's desires, they drag me down
To the clay's rot below!"
It spoke, and where Rome's purple ones reposed
They lowered the corpse; and downwards from the sun
Both soul and body sunk—and darkness closed
Without the church, unburied on the ground,
But round the corpse unnumbered lovely things,
Formed, upward, upward, upward, with bright wings,
"And what are ye, O beautiful?"
Answered the cherubim, "his deeds!"
And lightly passing, tier on tier, along
The gradual pinions, vanished like a smile!
66 IN THE ETERNAL SHALL WE SEIZE THE FLEETING NOW?"-LYTTON.
RAYS THAT TO EARTH THE NEAREST ARE, HAVE LONGEST LEFT THE SUN."-LORD LYTTON.
"AS IN CREATION LIVES THE FATHER SOUL, SO LIVES THE SOUL HE BREATHED AMIDST THE CLAY;
"" 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.]
THE HOLLOW OAK.
JOLLOW is the oak beside the sunny waters drooping;
Dream I now, or hear I now-far, their mellow whooping!
Gay below the cowslip bank, see the billow dances,
Farther, where the river glides by the wooded cover,
Leaflets on the hollow oak still as greenly quiver,
[From "Corn-Flowers," book ii., in "Collected Poetical Works."]
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)
George Mac Donald.
[THIS thoughtful poet and eloquent writer is the author of numerous works, scarcely less remarkable for their subtle fancy and poetic spirit, their tenderness, lofty tone, and beautiful expression, than for their characteristic originality. He has already enriched our literature with, in poetry, "The Disciple," and "Within and Without; " in fiction, with " Phantastes," "The Portent," "David Elginbrod," "Adela Cathcart," "Alec Forbes of Howglen," "Guild Court," "Annals of a Quiet Neighbourhood ;' and "Wilfrid Cumbermede;" and in theology, with his "Unspoken Sermons. These are the treasured companions of a large and ever-increasing circle of enthusiastic admirers.
"No lover of poetry," says a writer in the Athenæum, "will be insen-
JUTUMN clouds are flying, flying,
O'er the waste of blue;
Summer flowers are dying, dying,
Late so lovely new.
Labouring wains are slowly rolling
Home with winter grain;
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.
OUR EARTH ONE LITTLE TOILING STREAMLET YIELDS, TO GUIDE THE WANDERERS TO THE HAPPY FIELDS."-MACDONALD.