Shall think thou'st nothing done; James Herbert Morse. INHERITANCE WE wondered why he always turned aside Men thought him frozen by a selfish pride; Or that his smile was like the sun's warm rays. TREES AND THE MASTER Unbidden longings in my pulses beat." O blind and thoughtless world! you little know 191 Mary Thacher Higginson. EVENING SONG Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands, Now in the sea's red vintage melts the sun, Come forth, sweet stars, and comfort heaven's heart; Glimmer, ye waves, round else unlighted sands. O night! divorce our sun and sky apart, Never our lips, our hands. Sidney Lanier. A BALLAD OF TREES AND THE MASTER INTO the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him; Out of the woods my Master went, Out of the woods my Master came, Content with death and shame. When Death and Shame would woo Him last, From under the trees they drew Him last: 'T was on a tree they slew Him When out of the woods He came. last, Sidney Lanier. THE STIRRUP-CUP DEATH, thou'rt a cordial old and rare: David to thy distillage went, Omar Khayyám, and Chaucer bright, Then, Time, let not a drop be spilt: Sidney Lanier, WAITING WAITING SERENE, I fold my hands and wait, I stay my haste, I make delays, And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or day, What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years; The waters know their own and draw The brook that springs in yonder height; So flows the good with equal law The stars come nightly to the sky; The tidal wave unto the sea; Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high, Can keep my own away from me. 193 John Burroughs. WHAT IS GOOD "What is the real good?" Order, said the law court; Freedom, said the dreamer; Home, said the sage; Fame, said the soldier; Equity, the seer; Spake my heart full sadly, "The answer is not here." Then within my bosom Softly this I heard: "Each heart holds the secret; Kindness is the word." John Boyle O'Reilly. AT BEST THE faithful helm commands the keel, So, man to man; in fair accord, On thought and will the winds may wait; |