SHAKSPEARE. THERS abide our question-Thou art free! We ask and ask-Thou smilest and art still, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, And thou, whose head did stars and sunbeams know, All pains the immortal spirit must endure, MATTHEW ARNOLD. LETTY'S GLOBE. HEN Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year, And her young artless words began to flow, sphere Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER. L LOVE THE MUSICIAN. OVE is the Minstrel; for in God's own sight, And holds a golden rebeck in his hands, Detain him not, for down to these low lands He flies, and spreads his musical commands, And teaches men some fresh divine delight. For with his bow he strikes a single chord Across a soul, and wakes in it desire To grow more pure and lovely, and aspire To that ethereal country where, outpoured From myriad stars that stand before the Lord, Love's harmonies are like a flame of fire. EDMUND W. GOSSE. LOVE PASSING. H wherefore ever onward, Love! Oh why high In meadows glorious made by that deep lake, Reflecting clear the heaven of thy sweet grace: Teach me, O Love, to pluck these flowers of thine, Give me to see and know thy blessed face, : That everlasting wisdom may be mine :- I know the mountain-land of quick extremes, :- J. W. INCH BOLD. LOVE'S QUEST. POVE walks with weary feet the upward way, Love's unkissed lips have now no song to Love's eyes are blind and cannot see the day. Love walks in utter darkness, and I say: "Oh, Love, 'tis summer;" or, "Behold the spring;" Or, "Love, 'tis autumn, and leaves withering;" And "Now it is the winter bleak and gray; And still Love heedeth not. "Oh, Love," I cry, "Wilt thou not rest? the path is over steep: Love answers not, but passeth all things by ; Nor will he stay, for those who laugh or weep. I follow Love who follows Grief; but lo, Where the way ends, not Love himself can know. PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON. |