1098 RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES, LORD HOUGHTON 650 CROSSING THE Bar SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, When that which drew from out the Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of fare well, 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 651 RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES, LORD HOUGHTON [1809-1885] SONNET BECAUSE the Few with signal virtue crowned, Wish not thy Soul less wise or less refined. 652 True that, though free from passion's lawless sway, By those undreamt of who have only trod To their nice ear have many a painful tone, WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY [1811-1863] THE END OF THE PLAY THE play is done; the curtain drops, A moment yet the actor stops, And looks around, to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task; And, when he 's laughed and said his say, One word, ere yet the evening ends, Let's close it with a parting rhyme, Good night! I'd say, the griefs, the joys, The triumphs and defeats of boys, I'd say, your woes were not less keen, Your hopes more vain than those of men; Your pangs or pleasures of fifteen At forty-five played o'er again. 535964 A I'd say, we suffer and we strive, We learned at home to love and pray, And in the world, as in the school, I'd say, how fate may change and shift; The prize be sometimes with the fool, The race not always to the swift. The strong may yield, the good may fall, The great man be a vulgar clown, The knave be lifted over all, The kind cast pitilessly down. Who knows the inscrutable design? This crowns his feast with wine and wit: Who brought him to that mirth and state? His betters, see, below him sit, Or hunger hopeless at the gate. Who bade the mud from Dives' wheel So each shall mourn, in life's advance, Amen! whatever fate be sent, Pray God the heart may kindly glow, And whitened with the winter snow. Come wealth or want, come good or ill, And bear it with an honest heart, Be each, pray God, a gentleman. A gentleman, or old or young! (Bear kindly with my humble lays); And peace on earth to gentle men. My song, save this, is little worth; And wish you health, and love, and mirth, As fits the holy Christmas birth, Be this, good friends, our carol still- CHARLES KINGSLEY [1819-1875] AIRLY BEACON AIRLY Beacon, Airly Beacon; O the pleasant sight to see Shires and towns from Airly Beacon, While my love climb'd up to me! 653 Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon; Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon; 654 THE SANDS OF DEE 'O MARY, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee'; The western wind was wild and dank with foam, The western tide crept up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see. The rolling mist came down and hid the land: 'Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair, A tress of golden hair, A drowned maiden's hair Above the nets at sea? Was never salmon yet that shone so fair They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel crawling foam, The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea: But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home |