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NO: LEAD ME TO SOME HEAVEN-CALM NOOK, WHERE PURE DELIGHT HATH FOR THE BARD ALONE ITS SOURCE,-(GOETHE)

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"OH, TELL ME NOT OF YONDER MOTLEY CREW;

THEODORE MARTIN.

Knowest thou the track that o'er the mountain goes,
Where the mule threads its way through mist and snows,
Where dwelt in caves the dragon's ancient brood,

Topples the crag, and o'er it roars the flood.
Knowest thou it well?

Oh come with me!

There lies our road-O father, let us flee!

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[From Ballads of Goethe." The first lines have been imitated by Byron :

"Know'st thou the land where the orange and myrtle

Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime?" &c.

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Bride of Abydos.

Wilhelm Meister,"

Mignon's Song is introduced in Goethe's romance of
bk. iii., c. 1. We subjoin Mr. Carlyle's translation of it :-

"Know'st thou the land where citron-apples bloom,
And oranges like gold in leafy gloom,

A gentle wind from deep blue heaven blows,
The myrtle thick, and high the laurel grows?
Know'st thou it then?

'Tis there! 'tis there!

O my true loved one, thou with me must go!
"Know'st thou the house, its porch with pillars tall,

The rooms do glitter, glitters bright the hall,
And marble statues stand, and look each one:
What's this, poor child, to thee they've done?
Know'st thou it then?

'Tis there! 'tis there!

O my protector, thou with me must go!

"Know'st thou the hill, the bridge that hangs on cloud?
The mules in mist grope o'er the torrent loud,

In caves lie coiled the dragon's ancient brood,
The crag leaps down and over it the flood:

Know'st thou it then?

'Tis there! 'tis there!

Our way runs; O my father, wilt thou go?"

"Wilhelm heard the sound of music before his door.

He opened it;

Mignon came in, and sang him the song we have just given above.
"The music and general expression of it pleased our friend extremely,
though he could not understand all the words. He made her once more
repeat the stanzas and explain them; he wrote them down, and translated
them into his native language. But the originality of its turns he could

YON SURGING THRONG, OH, VEIL IT FROM MY VIEW!

WHERE LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP WAKE, REFINE, EXPAND OUR HEART'S BEST BLESSINGS WITH CELESTIAL HAND."-MARTIN'S GOETHE.

66 WE ARE SO FEARFUL OF THE UNFATHOMABLE!"-MASSEY.

"NOT LOST, BUT GONE BEFORE."

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imitate only from afar; its childlike innocence of expression vanished from
it in the process of reducing its broken phraseology to uniformity, and com-
bining its disjointed parts. The charm of the tune, moreover, was entirely
incomparable.

"She began every verse in a stately and solemn manner, as if she wished
to draw attention towards something wonderful, as if she had something
weighty to communicate. In the third line her tones became deeper and
gloomier; the 'know'st thou it then?' was uttered with a show of mystery
and eager circumspectness; in the ''tis there! 'tis there!' lay a boundless
longing; and her 'with me must go!' she modified at each repetition, so
that now it appeared to entreat and implore, now to impel and persuade.
"On finishing her song for the second time, she stood silent for a moment,
looked keenly at Wilhelm, and asked him, 'Know'st thou the land?'
must mean Italy,' said Wilhelm; 'where didst thou get the little song?'
'Italy!' said Mignon, with an earnest air: if thou go to Italy, take me
along with thee; for I am too cold here!' 'Hast thou been there already,
little dear?' said Wilhelm. But the child was silent, and nothing more
could be got out of her."-Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship, bk. iii., c. 1.]

'It

"THERE MUST BE ISSUES THAT WE DO NOT SEE.

THE WHOLE HORIZON OF FUTURITY (MASSEY)

Gerald Massey.

[MASSEY is one of the people's poets. He was born at Tring, in Hert-
fordshire, on the 28th of May 1828, of poor and humble parents, and his
early years were spent in a silk-mill and a straw-plait factory. He received
the rudiments of education at the National School, and soon acquired a
thirst for knowledge which could only be satisfied by drinking deep of "the
Pierian spring." In 1843 he repaired to London, gaining his livelihood as
an errand-boy, and afterwards as a tradesman, until he felt himself strong
enough to trust to his pen for support.
His "Voices of Freedom" were
published in 1849; "The Ballad of Babe Christabel, and other Poems," in
1855; "Craigcrook Castle" in 1856; and "Havelock's March" in 1861.
He is also the author of a prose work on 'Shakspeare's Sonnets;" and,

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a year or two ago, issued another volume of poems, entitled "A Tale of
Eternity" (1870). His poems are remarkable for their fluency, vividness of
expression, tenderness, fire, and opulence of imagery.]

"NOT LOST, BUT GONE BEFORE."

IN this dim world of clouding cares,
We rarely know, till wildered eyes
See white wings lessening up the skies,
The angels with us unawares.

"THE INFINITE IS FULL OF WHISPERINGS!"-GERALD MASSEY.

IS NOWHERE VISIBLE FROM WHERE WE STAND; WE ARE BUT DWELLERS IN A LOWLY LAND."-MASSEY.

"WE READ OUR OWN IMAGINATIONS FOND FOR THE TRUE FIGURES OF THE LIFE BEYOND;-(GERALD MASSEY)

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And white-winged angels nurture her;
With heaven's white radiance robed and crowned,
And all Love's purple glory round,

She summers on the Hills of Myrrh.

Through childhood's morning-land, serene
She walked betwixt us twain, like Love;
While, in a robe of light above,
Her better angel walked unseen,

Till Life's highway grew bleak and wild;
Then, lest her starry garments trail
In mire, heart bleed, and courage fail,
The angel's arms caught up the child.

FROM ONE BRIEF LIFE ETERNAL SUFFERING."-MASSEY.

WE MODEL FROM THE HUMAN LIFE, AND SO FEATURE THE FUTURE FROM THE FACE WE KNOW."-MASSEY.

"TIS ALWAYS SUNLESS ONE SIDE OF OUR GLOBE, AND THUS WE FASHION THE ETERNAL'S ROBE;

"TIS HARD TO READ THE HANDWRITING DIVINE;-MASSEY)

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THE VANISHING UPSTROKES SO INVISIBLY FINE!"-MASSEY.

GOD MADE MAN IN HIS IMAGE, BUT OUR PLAN'S TO MAKE GOD'S IMAGE IN THE MAN'S."-MASSEY.

"WHY SHOULD THEY

WEEP WHO HAVE ANOTHER FRIEND IN DEATH; ANOTHER THREAD TO GUIDE THEM THROUGH

THE DEAR ONES THAT ARE WORTHIEST OF OUR LOVE

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GERALD MASSEY.

Our royal right on battle-ground
Was aye to bear the brunt :

Ho! brave heart, for one passionate bound,

And take thy place in front!
Now, glory to our England,

As she rises, calm and grand,
With the ancient spirit in her eyes, —-

The good sword in her hand!

Who would not fight for England?
Who would not fling a life
I' the ring, to meet a tyrant's gage,

And glory in the strife?

Her stem is thorny, but doth burst
A glorious Rose a-top!

And shall our dear Rose wither? First
We'll drain life's dearest drop!
Who would not fight for England?
Who would not fling a life

I' the ring, to meet a tyrant's gage,
And glory in the strife?

To battle goes our England,
All as gallant and as gay
As lover to the altar, on
A merry marriage-day.

A weary night she stood to watch
The battle-dawn up-rolled;

And her spirit leaps within, to match

The noble deeds of old.

To battle goes our England,
All as gallant and as gay
As lover to the altar, on

A merry marriage-day.

BELOW, ARE ALSO WORTHIEST ABOVE."-GERALD MASSEY.

LIFE'S MAZE; ANOTHER TIE TO DRAW THEM HOME, A FIRMER FOOTHOLD IN THE INFINITE!"-GERALD MASSEY.

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