O far-off plains of my west land! THE CITY THEY do neither plight nor wed In the city of the dead, Hamlin Garland. In the city where they sleep away the hours; And a hundred happy whisperings of flowers. And the day is like the night, For their vision is of other kind than ours. They do neither sing nor sigh, In that burgh of by and by Where the streets have grasses growing cool and long; But they rest within their bed, Leaving all their thoughts unsaid, Deeming silence better far than sob or song. No, they neither sigh nor sing, Though the robin be a-wing, Though the leaves of autumn march a million strong. THUS FAR 251 There is only rest and peace In the City of Surcease From the failings and the wailings 'neath the sun, And the wings of the swift years Beat but gently o'er the biers, Making music to the sleepers every one. There is only peace and rest; But to them it seemeth best, For they lie at ease and know that life is done. Richard Burton. THE HUMAN TOUCH HIGH thoughts and noble in all lands But ah, the touch of lips and hands, The human touch! Warm, vital, close, life's symbols dear,- Richard Burton. THUS FAR BECAUSE my life has lain so close to thine, Because thine eyes turned towards me frank and sweet Reveal sometimes thine untold thoughts to mine, Think not that I, by curious design, Or over-step of too impetuous feet, Could desecrate thy soul's supreme retreat, Could disregard its quivering barrier-line. Only a simple Levite, I, who stand On the world's side of the most holy place, Till, as the new day glorifies the east, One come to lift the veil with reverent hand And enter with thy soul's soul face to face, — He whom thy God shall call to be high priest. Sophie Jewett. IN THE DARK LORD, since the strongest human hands I know Since, even now, when my spent courage lies Surely, though night unthinkable impend, A LITTLE WAY Sophie Jewett. A LITTLE way to walk with you, my own Then one of us must weep and walk alone A little way! It is so sweet to live Life would not have one withered rose to give BEGGARS And if these lips should ever learn to smile, 'T would be for joy that in a little while FATE 253 Frank L. Stanton. Two shall be born the whole wide world apart; And these o'er unknown seas to unknown lands And two shall walk some narrow way of life They needs must stand acknowledged face to face. They seek each other all their weary days I beg not on the street; But where the sinner stands, In secret place, I beg Of God, with outstretched hands. As thou hast asked of me, Raising thy downcast head, So have I asked of Him, So, trembling, have I plead. Take this and go thy way; Thy hunger shall soon cease. Thou prayest but for bread, Ella Higginson. A LITTLE PARABLE I MADE the cross myself whose weight Was later laid on me. This thought is torture as I toil Up life's steep Calvary. To think mine own hands drove the nails! I sang a merry song, And chose the heaviest wood I had To build it firm and strong. If I had guessed if I had dreamed Its weight was meant for me, I should have made a lighter cross To bear up Calvary! Anne Reeve Aldrich. |