CXLIV. A VOICE FROM AFAR. @EEP not for me ; Be blithe as wont, nor tinge The stream of love that circles home, Joy in the gifts Heaven's bounty lends; I still am near ; Watching the smiles I prized on earth, Of whisper'd sounds the tale complete, Low prayers, and musings sweet. A sea before The throne is spread ;-its pure still glass Share, in the bosom of our rest, God's knowledge, and are blest. JOHN HENRY NEWMAN. HE world is great: the birds all fly from me, The world is great: I tried to mount the hill : And I am lonely. The world is great: the wind comes rushing by, I wonder where it comes from; sea-birds cry And hurt my heart: my little sister went, And I am lonely. The world is great: the people laugh and talk, And make loud holiday: how fast they walk! I'm lame, they push me: little Lisa went, And I am lonely. GEORGE ELIOT. but thy heart were stone— It never had made this moan, The storm should never have swept It had never been shaken and torn It had never stood still, forlorn, At the thought "Is there meeting again?` It had stood by itself secure, Bound round and beneath and above, Fenced from the plaint of the poor, And free from the fires of love. |