XVIII But he cheer'd me, my good man, for he seldom said me nay: Kind, like a man, was he; like a man, too, would have his way: Never jealous-not he: we had many a happy year; And he died, and I could not weep-my own time seem'd so near. XIX But I wish'd it had been God's will that I, too, then could I began to be tired a little, and fain had slept at his side. XX Pattering over the boards, my Annie who left me at two, XXI And Harry and Charlie, I hear them too-they sing to Often they come to the door in a pleasant kind of a dream. XXII And yet I know for a truth, there's none of them left alive; XXIII For mine is a time of peace, it is not often I grieve; I am oftener sitting at home in my father's farm at eve: do I ; I find myself often laughing at things that have long gone by. XXIV To be sure the preacher says, our sins should make us sad: But mine is a time of peace, and there is Grace to be had; And God, not man, is the Judge of us all when life shall cease; And in this Book, little Annie, the message is one of Peace. XXV And age is a time of peace, so it be free from pain, And happy has been my life; but I would not live it again. XXVI So Willy has gone, my beauty, my eldest-born, my flower; But how can I weep for Willy, he has but gone for an hour, Gone for a minute, my son, from this room into the next; XXVII And Willy's wife has written, she never was overwise. eyes. There is but a trifle left you, when I shall have past away. But stay with the old woman now: you cannot have long to stay. (Once a Week, July 16, 1859) CXLVIII THE SAILOR BOY He rose at dawn and flushed with hope And while on deck he whistled loud "The sands and yeasty surges mix And in thy heart the scrawl shall play." To those that stay and those that roam : To sit with empty hands at home. "My mother clings about my neck, My sisters clamour, 'Stay, for shame!' My father raves of death and wreck, Fa They are all to blame, they are all to blame. "God help me! save I take my part Of danger on the roaring sea, A Devil rises in my heart, Far worse than any death to me." UPLIFT a thousand voices full and sweet, In this wide hall with Earth's inventions stored, O silent Father of our Kings to be, For this, for all we weep our thanks to thee! The world-compelling plan was thine, Of Palace, lo! the giant Aisles Rich in model and design, Harvest-tool and husbandry, Steel and gold, and corn and wine, Fabric rough, or fairy-fine, Sunny tokens of the Line, Polar marvels, and a feast Of wonder out of West and East, And shapes and hues of Art divine! That one fair planet can produce; And mixt, as Life is mixt with pain, And is the Goal so far away? O ye the wise who think, the wise who reign, And mix the seasons and the golden hours, And gathering all the fruits of peace, and crown'd with all her flowers. CL A WELCOME SEA-KINGS' daughter from over the sea, Alexandra ! Saxon and Norman and Dane are we, Alexandra! Welcome her, thunders of fort and of fleet ! Break, happy land, into earlier flowers! Make music, O bird, in the new-budded bowers! Warble, O bugle, and trumpet, blare ! Flags, flutter out upon turrets and towers! Utter your jubilee, steeple and spire! Welcome her, welcome the land's desire, Sea-kings' daughter as happy as fair, Alexandra! Bride of the heir of the kings of the sea, We are each all Dane in our welcome of thee, (1863) Alexandra! ATTEMPTS AT CLASSIC METRES IN QUANTITY. CLI TRANSLATIONS OF HOMER Hexameters and Pentameters. THESE lame hexameters the strong-wing'd music of Homer! When was a harsher sound ever heard, ye Muses, in When did a frog coarser croak upon our Helicon ? CLII Alcaics. O MIGHTY-MOUTH'D inventor of harmonies, Rings to the roar of an angel onset |