BEREAVEMENT. SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways A maid whom there were none to praise, A violet by a mossy stone She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and O! The difference to me! W. Wordsworth. 16 RECONCILEMENT THROUGH LOSS. RECONCILEMENT THROUGH LOSS. As thro' the land at eve we went, We fell out, my wife and I, And kissed again with tears. And blessings on the falling out When we fall out with those we love, For when we came where lies the child There above the little grave, A. Tennyson. THE PAST. WILT thou forget the happy hours Which we buried in Love's sweet bowers, Blossoms and leaves instead of mould? And leaves, the hopes that yet remain. Forget the dead, the past? Oh yet There are ghosts that may take revenge for it! Regrets which glide through the spirit's gloom, That joy, once lost, is pain. Percy Bysshe Shelley. Modern Poets. 18 NIGHT AND DEATH. NIGHT AND DEATH. MYSTERIOUS Night! when our first parent knew This glorious canopy of light and blue? And lo! creation widened in man's view. That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind! Why do we then shun Death with anxious strife? If light can thus deceive, wherefore not life? J. Blanco White. LONDON AT SUNRISE: (FROM WESTMINSTER BRIDGE). EARTH has not anything to show more fair: This city now doth like a garment wear All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. W. Wordsworth. |