"O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass ! And the morn Rises from the slumb'rous mass. L "Turn away no more; Why wilt thou turn away? The starry floor, The watery shore, Are given thee till the break of day." EARTH'S ANSWER. EARTH raised up her head From the darkness dread and drear, Her light fled, Stony, dread, And her locks covered with grey despair. ކ "Prisoned on watery shore, Starry jealousy does keep my den Cold and hoar: Weeping o'er, I hear the father of the ancient men, "Selfish father of men! Cruel, jealous, selfish fear! Can delight, Chained in night, The virgins of youth and morning bear? "Does spring hide its joy, When buds and blossoms grow? Does the sower Sow by night, Or the ploughman in darkness plough? "Break this heavy chain, That does freeze my bones around! Selfish, vain, Eternal bane, That free love with bondage bound." THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE. "LOVE seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a heaven in hell's despair." So sang a little clod of clay, Trodden with the cattle's feet. But a pebble of the brook Warbled out these metres meet : "Love seeketh only Self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a hell in heaven's despite." HOLY THURSDAY. Is this a holy thing to see In a rich and fruitful land-- Babes reduced to misery, Fed with cold and usurous hand? Is that trembling cry a song? And their sun does never shine, And their fields are bleak and bare, And their ways are filled with thorns : It is eternal winter there. For where'er the sun does shine, THE LITTLE GIRL LOST. IN futurity I prophetic see That the earth from sleep (Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise and seek In the southern clime, Lovely Lyca lay. Seven summers old Lovely Lyca told. She had wandered long, L |