He wraps it in his glory's blaze, It gleamsan Isle of molten gold. The sun may set, the shades descend, Earth sleep — and yet while sleeping smile; But it will live unto life's end That vision of the Golden Isle. Mrs. Craik. BEYOND THE HILLS. EYOND the hills where suns go down, BEYON And brightly beckon as they go, I see the land of fair renown, The land which I so soon shall know. Above the dissonance of time, And discord of its angry words, I hear the everlasting chime, and my haste I bid it welcome; O song of light, and dawn, and bliss, Thy soul-entrancing melodies! Glad song of this disburdened earth, Bonar. THE AT SUNSET. lights o'er yonder snowy range Before the dying eyes of day, And morn spread still beyond her. Lo! heavenward now those gleams expire, The barrier-mountain, peak and spire, Relinquishing them slowly. Thus shine, O God! our mortal powers, Thus gently to resign them! Aubrey de Vert OVER THE HILLSIDE. FARE AREWELL. In dimmer distance Across the sunny moorland, And the white road, slow winding And if I call, what answers? Only 'twixt earth and sky, Like wail of parting spirit, The curlew's cry. Yet, sunny is the moorland, And little flowers like blessings, While, over all, the mountain Stands sombre, calm, and still, Immutable and steadfast, Which, done on earth, in heaven Eternally confessed By men and saints and angels, Be ever blest! Under its infinite shadow (Safer than light of ours!) I'll sit me down a little, And gather flowers. Then I will rise and follow Without one wish to linger, - Mrs. Craik. SW THE VANISHERS. WEETEST of all childlike dreams Still to me the legend seems Flitting, passing, seen and gone, From the clefts of mountain rocks, And the fisher in his skiff, And the hunter on the moss, Hear their call from cape and cliff, See their hands the birch-leaves toss. |