REST CHEN the tumult of day is done, When the glory is all but gone Why, heart, is thy trouble so deep? Why, spirit, thy care? Full soon thou shalt quieter sleep Than the quietest there. JAMES RHOADES. CXLIV. A VOICE FROM AFAR. @EEP not for me; Be blithe as wont, nor tinge with gloom 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, Your converse mild, your blameless mirth; Of whisper'd sounds the tale complete, 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. M 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. 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. |