THE NOBLEST MIND THE BEST CONTENTMENT HAS."-SPENSER. "TIS NOT THE WHOLE OF LIFE TO LIVE, NOR ALL OF DEATH TO DIE."-JAMES MONTGOMERY. SUMMER MOON, O SUMMER MOON. JUMMER Moon, O Summer Moon, across the west you fly, You gaze on half the earth at once, with sweet and steadfast eye; Summer Moon, O Summer Moon, were I aloft with thee, Summer Moon, O Summer Moon, you throw your showers silver Upon a glassy sea that lies round shores of fruit and flowers; trees. Summer Moon, O Summer Moon, now wind and storm have Your light creeps through a cabin-pawl and lights a flaxen head; "MEN ARE BUT CHILDREN OF A LARGER GROWTH."-DRYDEN. HOW SMALL A PART OF TIME THEY SHARE, THAT are so wondrous sweet and fair."—WALLER. "THE SUNSHINE BROKEN IN THE RILL, THOUGH TURNED ASTRAY, IS SUNSHINE STILL."-THOMAS MOORE He tosses with his lips apart, lies smiling in your gleam, Summer Moon, O Summer Moon, his head is on his arm; once more The moon above, the fields below, the shadow at the door. Summer Moon, O Summer Moon, across the lift you go; Summer Moon, O Summer Moon, you turn again to me, [ROBERT BUCHANAN-born 1841-author of "Undertones," "Idyls and SMALL SANDS THE MOUNTAIN, MOMENTS MAKE THE YEAR."-YOUNG. "THINK NOUght a trifle, THOUGH IT SMALL APPEAR,— "COME FORTH INTO THE LIGHT OF THINGS, LET NATURE BE YOUR TEACHER."-WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. "NO LONGER FORWARD, NOR BEHIND, I LOOK IN HOPE AND FEAR-JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER) 324 WHAT TIMES ARE LITTLE TO THE SENTINEL IRIS THE RAINBOW. IRIS THE RAINBOW. ID the cloud-enshrouded haze Of Olympus I arise,* With my dripping pinions white, In a many-tinctured light : Of a fleecy cloudlet small, Of the mild-eyed gods supine, Round their foreheads, while I stain, Till the whole calm place has caught Then Zeus, arising, stoops O'er the ledges of the skies, Of the starry tapestries, * The Greek poets personified the rainbow under the name of Iris. THAT HOUR IS REGAL WHEN HE MOUNTS ON GUARD." -GEORGE ELIOT. BUT GRATEFUL take the good I find, the best of now, and here.”—john G. WHITTIER. "LET US NOT STRIVE, NOR LABOUR TO WITHSTAND WHAT IS PAST HELP, . . . . "VIRTUOUS LOVE IS ONE SWEET ENDLESS FIRE."-HABINGTON. On the evident* dark plain Speckled with wood and hill and stream, Where the ships, like snowflakes, gleam; Swiftly lifted, swiftly whirled, O'er the cirrus† of the world; In a humid flash of light; To the dark low-lying land, Thence, with drooping wings bedewed, I alight with feet unviewed On the ledges of the storm; Till the thought of Zeus outsprings From my ripe mouth with a sigh, * Evident (from e and video) - here used in its primary meaning of "visible." ↑ Cirrus a form of cloud, consisting of tendril-like fibres. 66 THE NET THAT HOLDS NO GREAT, TAKES LITTLE FISH."-SOUTHWELL. The longest date of GRIEF CAN NEVER YIELD A HOPE OF ONE RELIEF."-HENRY KING. 326 "PRIDE CANNOT SEE ITSELF BY MID-DAY LIGHT; THE WARBLING OF BLACKBIRDS. And unto my lips it clings Like a shining butterfly; To my foot of dusky pearl; Gleams through capes and straits and bays, And the leaves are wet with rays,— Of my wings with flash of fire, And the Tempest, crouched below, Knows the thought of Zeus the Sire. [ROBERT BUCHANAN (see page 318). From his "Undertones," a volume of truly exquisite poetry. The reader may compare the preceding with "WHEN TO THE SESSIONS OF SWEET SILENT THOUGHT I SUMMON UP REMEMBRANCE OF THINGS PAST-(SHAKSPEARE) Shelley's "Cloud," p. 194.] I SIGH THE LACK OF MANY A THING I SOUGHT, AND WITH OLD WOES NEW WAIL MY DEAR TIME'S WASTE."-SHAKSPEARE. THE WARBLING OF BLACKBIRDS. AW HEN I hear the waters fretting, When I see the chestnut letting think, "Alas the day!" Once with magical sweet singing, Blackbirds set the woodland ringing, That awakes no more while April hours wear themselves away. In our hearts fair hope lay smiling, And there hung a mist of blue-bells on the slope and down the dell; THE PEACOCK'S TAIL IS FURTHEST FROM HIS SIGHT."-B. HOLYDAY. |