Perchance he watches me in calm surprise, Far from the turmoil of terrestrial days,— Perchance he looks my soul through, with the gaze Of supernatural and clairvoyant eyes! LONELINESS. EDGAR FAWCETT. IN moods of transient mournfulness But could we follow silently How quickly we would understand The loneliness of death. W. H. HAYNE. EXAMPLE. "The highest path is pointed out by the pure ideal of those who look up to us." CARELESS I climbed that path, and just behind 46 "Nay," spake her awful voice. Alone, alone, Without thine aid, he shall be called to stand Before my bar; but thou, who dragged'st him down, Upon thy brow, shall wear a double brand, And thy weak soul, trembling beneath my frown, Shall answer for his sins, and for thine own!" ANNIE D. HANKS. FATE. Two shall be born the whole wide world apart, And speak in different tongues, and have no thought Each of the other's being, and no heed; And these o'er unknown seas to unknown lands And bend each wandering step to this one end— And two shall walk some narrow way of life So nearly, side by side, that should one turn SUSAN MARR Spaulding. PERPETUITY. LAST night a mighty poet passed away: "Who now will sing our songs?" men cried at noon Faint hearts, fear not! Somewhere, though far away, At that same hour another bard was born. CLINTON SCOLLARD. ILLUSIONS. Go stand at night upon an ocean craft, What dupes we are of the deceiving eye! ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON. THE DAY IS DONE. THE day is done, and the darkness I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist : And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Not from the grand old masters, For, like strains of martial music, And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gush'd from his heart, Who, through long days of labor, Such songs have power to quiet Then read from the treasured volume And lend to the rhyme of the poet And the night shall be fill'd with music, HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. THE RAINY DAY. THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; |