The words have slipped my memory. That same eve
We rode sedately through a Hamoum camp,—
I, Adeb, prince amongst them, and my bride.
And ever since amongst them I have ridden,
A head and shoulders taller than the best;
And ever since my days have been of gold,
My nights have been of silver.-God is just!

Anne CL. Bott

ACCORDANCE.

He who with bold and skilful hand sweeps o'er
The organ-keys of some cathedral pile,

Flooding with music vault, and nave, and aisle,
Though on his ear falls but a thundrous roar ;
In the composer's lofty motive free,

Knows well that all that temple vast and dim,
Thrills to its base with anthem, psalm, and hymn,

True to the changeless laws of harmony.

So he who on these changing chords of life,

With firm, sweet touch plays the Great Master's score

Of truth, and love, and duty, evermore,

Knows, too, that far beyond this roar and strife,

Though he may never hear, in the true time,

These notes must all accord in symphonies sublime.

THE DUMB CREATION.

Deal kindly with those speechless ones,

That throng our gladsome earth;

Say not the bounteous gift of life

Alone is nothing worth.

What though with mournful memories
They sigh not for the past?

What though their ever joyous Now

No future overcast ?

No aspirations fill their breast

With longings undefined;

They live, they love, and they are blest,
For what they seek they find.

They see no mystery in the stars,
No wonder in the plain;

And Life's enigma wakes in them
No questions dark and vain.

To them earth is a final home,
A bright and blest abode;
Their lives unconsciously flow on
In harmony with God.

To this fair world our human hearts
Their hopes and longings bring,
And o'er its beauty and its bloom
Their own dark shadows fling.

Between the future and the past
In wild unrest we stand;
And ever as our feet advance,

Retreats the promised land.

And though Love, Fame, and Wealth and Power,
Bind in their gilded bond,

We pine to grasp the unattained,
The something still beyond.

And, beating on their prison bars,
Our spirits ask more room,
And with unanswered questionings,
They pierce beyond the tomb.

Then say thou not, oh doubtful heart.
There is no life to come;

That in some tearless, cloudless land,
Thou shalt not find thy home.

ENDURANCE.

Thou brave old Titan, that in chains didst lie,
Bound to the rock on the Caucasian hill,

Who by sublime endurance didst defy

Imperial Jove and all his shapes of ill;

As I invoke thy spirit here to-day,

From the old Pagan world thou speak'st to me,—
I hear thy voice across Time's echoing sea

Bid me thus bear and conquer.-I obey.

Henceforth, like thee, I will endure and wait On life's bleak summit bound, without dismay. Then in thine iron car roll on thy way,

Thou stern, relentless power that men call Fate! Loose then thy bolts, thou dark and threat'ning sky! Thou vulture at my heart, feed to satiety!

FAITH.

Securely cabined in the ship below,

Through darkness and through storm I cross the sea,

A pathless wilderness of waves to me

But yet I do not fear, because I know

That he who guides the good ship o'er that waste, Sees in the stars her shining pathway traced. Blindfold I walk this life's bewildering maze,

Up flinty steep, through frozen mountains pass, Through thorn-set barren and through deep morass: But strong in faith I tread the uneven ways,

And bare my head unshrinking to the blast,
Because my Father's arm is round me cast;

And if the way seems rough, I only clasp
The hand that leads me with a firmer grasp.

LONGING.

O troubled sea, that longest evermore

From out thy cold and sunless depths to rise To the bright orb that draws thee toward the skies, And beat'st thy breast against the unyielding shore, In the vain struggle to unloose the bands.

That bind thee down to earth; in thy despair,
With sullen roar now leaping high in air,
Now moaning, sobbing on the insatiate sands;
Type of the soul art thou, she strives like thee,

By time and circumstance and law bound down,
She beats against the shores of the unknown,
Wrestles with unseen force, doubt, mystery,
And longs forever for the goal afar

That shines and still retreats, like a receding star.