uncertain dark, the welcome call from the farther shore, and then the glorified face of the Master and Pilot. Not a word is said about old age, not a word about death; it is all treated imaginatively. And what is the result? Three noble emotions are aroused—first, beauty; for any genuine poem or any genuine piece of art whatever will arouse the emotion of beauty; second, pleasure; for beauty wherever seen and felt gives pleasure; and, third, trust. This last is here the predominant emotion.


1 Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me:
And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea.

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home.

3 Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark:
And may there be no sadness of farewell,

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
When I have crost the bar.

--Alfred Tennyson.

When that which drew from out the boundless deep-means, of course, the soul, the individual personality.

Bourne-a boundary, a limit.

Compare with this poem the lines of Whittier:

And so beside the Silent Sea

I wałt the muffled oar;
No harm from Him can come to me

On ocean or on shore.

I know not where His Islands lift

Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift

Beyond His love and care.

Landor's calm and stoical farewell:

I warmed both hands before the fire of ute,
It sinks and I am ready to depart.

Emerson's Terminus :

As the bird trims her to the gale,

I trim myself to the storm of time,
I man the rudder, reef the sail,

Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime:
Lowly faithful, banish fear,

Right onward drive unbarmed;
The port, well worth the cruise, is dear,

And every wave is cbarmed.

David, in the twenty-third Psalm:

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy stal they comfort me.

And Longfellow, in Resignation :

There is no Death! What seems so is transition ,

This life of mortal breath
18 but a suburb of the life elysian,

Whose portal we call death.




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Alexander, Cecil Frances (Humphreys).-Born in Ireland in 1830, and married Rev. William Alexander, afterwards Bishop of Derry. She wrote many hymns for children, and poems on Old Testament subjects, the best of them being The Burial of Moses. She died October 12, 1895.

Arnold, Edwin (Sir).-Born January 10, 1832, in Sussex, England, and died in London, March 24, 1904. He was educated at University College, Oxford, became principal of the government Sanscrit College at Poonah, India, was editor of the London Daily Telegraph, and lived in Japan for some time. He was a student of the literature and life of the Eastern peoples and his poems deal with the Orient. The Indian Song of Songs, Pearls of the Faith, The Light of Asia, and The Light of the World, are the most widely known. The Light of Asia deals with Buddha, and The Light of the World with Christ.

Browning, Robert.-Born May 7, 1812, at Camberwell, England. He was educated privately, devoted himself wholly to literature, and died in 1889, in Italy, where he spent much of his life. His wife was Elizabeth Barrett Browning, also a distinguished poet. Browning's fame came slowly, his genius was much disputed by critics, and for a long time he was ignored by the public. His language is eccentric and sometimes obscure, but his thought

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