A whisper from his dawn of life? a breath Far-far--away? Far, far, how far? from o'er the gates of Birth, Far-far--away? What charm in words, a charm no words could give? Far-far-away? BEAUTIFUL CITY. BEAUTIFUL city, the centre and crater of European confusion, How often your Re-volution has proven but E-volution THE ROSES ON THE TERRACE. ROSE, on this terrace fifty years ago, 66 When I was in my June, you in your May, Blooms in the Past, but close to me to-day TO ONE WHO RAN DOWN THE ENGLISH. You make our faults too gross, and thence maintain THE SNOWDROP. MANY, many welcomes Coming in the cold time, THE THROSTLE. "SUMMER is coming, summer is coming. Light again, leaf again, life again, love again,” Sing the new year in under the blue. 46 Last year you sang it as gladly. New, new, new, new!' Is it then so new That you should carol so madly? "Love again, song again, nest again, young again," Never a prophet so crazy! And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend, See, there is hardly a daisy. "Here again, here, here, here, happy year!" O warble unchidden, unbidden! Summer is coming, is coming, my dear, And all the winters are hidden. THE OAK. LIVE thy Life, Young and old, Like yon oak, Living gold; Summer-rich Then; and then Gold again. All his leaves IN MEMORIAM. W. G. WARD. FAREWELL, whose like on earth I shall not find, Most generous of all Ultramontanes, Ward, CROSSING THE BAR. SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar. THE END. |