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would by new ways old orders rend,
SK me no more where Jove bestows,
when June is past, the fading ro
316 THE SHORTNESS OF LIFE AND UNCERTAINTY OF
O man ordained to die?
thou who art under ground to lie ?
for Death alas! is reaping thee.
A mighty husband thou would'st seem;
dost but for others sweat and toil.
Ev'n aged men, as if they truly were
children again, for age prepare; provisions for long travel they design
in the last point of their short line. Wisely the ant against poor winter hoards
the stock which summer's wealth affords; in grasshoppers, which must in autumn die,
how vain were such an industry !
might half excuse our cheated sight,
and be our sunshine all the day.
(tho'shining bright and speaking loud)
and where it gilds, it wounds the place.
only to men that stand not near!
and, like a rainbow, painted tears!
in a weak boat trust not the deep,
pity great men, great things despise.
thy fellow-poet, Cowley, mark,
thy humble nest build on the ground.
TO A DYING INFANT
LEEP, little baby, sleep!
in thy bed, not on thy mother's breast henceforth shall be thy rest,
but quiet with the dead.
flee to thy place of rest!
shall fall upon thy breast,
I've seen thee in thy beauty,
a thing all health and glee !
baby! thou seem'st to me.
young spirit! haste, depart-
how beautiful thou art!
THE QUIET LIFE
APPY the man, whose wish and care
content to breathe his native air
in his own ground.
in winter, fire.
quiet by day,
tell where I lie.
VERSES TO HIS WIFE
my children at my knee,
o'er Gunga's mimic sea! .
I miss thee, at the dawning gray,
when, on the deck reclined,
and woo the cooler wind.
I miss thee when by Gunga's stream
my twilight steps I guide;
I miss thee from my side.
the lingering noon to cheer,
thy meek attentive ear.
beholds me on my knee,
thy prayers ascend for me.
THE GOOD ALONE ARE GREAT
HEN winds the mountain oak assail,
and lay its glories waste,
TO AN EARLY PRIMROSE
ILD offspring of a dark and sullen sire,
was nursed in whirling storms,
and cradled in the winds; thee when young spring first questioned winter's sway, and dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight,
thee on this bank he threw
to mark the victory.
unnoticed and alone,
thy tender elegance. So virtue blooms, brought forth amid the storms of chill adversity; in some lone walk
of life she rears her head,
obscure and unobserved;
and hardens her to bear
H. K. WHITE
THE SONG OF DIANA
TH horns and with hounds, I waken the day;
and hie to the woodland-walks away:
and chase the wild goats o'er summits of rocks, with shouting and hooting we pierce through the sky, and Echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry.
SONG OF MARS
Inspire the vocal brass, inspire;
arms and honour,
arms and honour,