Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and the Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a battle-flags were furled mouldered string?

In the parliament of man, the federation of the | I am shamed through all my nature to have loved world. so slight a thing.

There the common sense of most shall hold a fret- Weakness to be wroth with weakness! woman's ful realm in awe, pleasure, woman's pain And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in uni- Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a versal law. shallower brain;

So I triumphed, ere my passion, sweeping through Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, me, left me dry, matched with mine,

Left me with the palsied heart, and left me with Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto the jaundiced eyewine

Eye, to which all order festers, all things here are Here at least, where nature sickens, nothing. Ah, out of joint. for some retreat Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creeping on Deep in yonder shining orient, where my life began from point to point; to beat!

Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, creeping Where in wild Mahratta-battle fell my father, evilnigher, starred; Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowly- I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's dying fire. ward.

Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing Or to burst all links of habit—there to wander purpose runs, far away, And the thoughts of men are widened with the | On from island unto island at the gateways of the process of the suns. day

What is that to him that reaps not harvest of his Larger constellations burning, mellow moons and youthful joys, happy skies,

Though the deep heart of existence beat for ever Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster, like a boy's? knots of Paradise.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers; and I lin- Never comes the trader, never floats an European ger on the shore, flag

And the individual withers, and the world is more Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland, droops the and more. trailer from the crag

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he Droops the heavy-blossomed bower, hangs the bears a laden breast, heavy-fruited treeFull of sad experience moving toward the stillness Summer isles of Eden lying in dark-purple spheres of his rest.

of sea.

Hark! my merry comrades call me, sounding on There, methinks, would be enjoyment more than the bugle horn — in this march of mind—

They to whom my foolish passion were a target for In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts their scorn; that shake mankind.

There the passions, cramped no longer, shall have Oh, I see the crescent promise of my spirit hath scope and breathing-space; not set;

I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my Ancient founts of inspiration well through all my dusky race. fancy yet.

Iron-jointed, supple-sinewed, they shall dive, and Howsoever these things be, a long farewell to they shall run, Locksley Hall! Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their Now for me the woods may wither, now for me the lances in the sun; roof-tree fall.

Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the rain- Comes a vapor from the margin, blackening over bows of the brooks, heath and holt,

Not with blinded eyesight poring over miserable Cramming all the blast before it, in its breast a books. thunderbolt.

Fool, again the dream, the fancy! but I know my Let it fall on Locksley Hall, with rain or hail, or words are wild, fire or snow;

But I count the gray barbarian lower than the For the mighty wind arises, roaring seaward, and Christian child.

I, to herd with narrow foreheads, vacant of our glorious gains,

Like a beast with lower pleasures, like a beast with lower pains!

Mated with a squalid savage, what to me were sun or clime?

I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time

I, that rather held it better men should perish one by one,

Than that earth should stand at gaze like Joshua's moon in Ajalon!

Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range;

Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.

Through the shadow of the globe we sweep into the younger day:

Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.

Mother-age, (for mine I knew not,) help me as when life begun —

Rift the hills, and roll the waters, flash the lightnings, weigh the sun

I go.

ALFRED TENNYSON.

Oh that 'twere Possible.
On that 'twere possible,

After long grief and pain,
To find the arms of my true love
Round me once again!

When I was wont to meet her

In the silent woody places
Of the land that gave me birth,

We stood tranced in long embraces
Mixt with kisses sweeter, sweeter
Than anything on earth.

A shadow flits before me,

Not thou, but like to thee;
Ah Christ, that it were possible

For one short hour to see

The souls we loved, that they might tell us
What and where they be!

It leads me forth at evening,
It lightly winds and steals
In a cold white robe before me,
When all my spirit reels

At the shouts, the leagues of lights,

And the roaring of the wheels.