Out spake their captain brave and bold, "If London Tower were Michael's hold, 'We'll cross the Tamar, land to land, The Severn is no stay. With " one and all," and hand in hand, And who shall bid us nay? ' And when we come to London Wall; A pleasant sight to view, Come forth! Come forth, ye cowards all, 'Trelawny he 's in keep and hold, Trelawny he may die ; But here's twenty thousand Cornish bold 10 15 20 5 10 15 Such empty phantom 'Tis the bells of Shandon Of the River Lee. F. MAHONY (FATHER PROUT). 309 60 FROM 'SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE' I thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears To bear a gift for mortals, old or young : And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, 5 10 I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware, So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair; And a voice said in mastery, while I strove, Guess now who holds thee?'-' Death,' I said. But there, The silver answer rang, 'Not Death, but 310 What can I give thee back, O liberal And princely giver, who hast brought the gold And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold, And laid them on the outside of the wall For such as I to take or leave withal, In unexpected largesse? am I cold, Ungrateful, that for these most manifold High gifts, I render nothing back at all? 5 11 Not so; not cold,-but very poor instead. 311 Yet love, mere love, is beautiful indeed 5 I love thee... mark!... I love thee! ... in thy sight I stand transfigured, glorified aright, With conscience of the new rays that proceed Out of my face toward thine. There's nothing low In love, when love the lowest : meanest creatures Who love God, God accepts while loving so. And what I feel, across the inferior features 11 Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show 312 If thou must love me, let it be for naught ... A sense of pleasant ease on such a day 6 For these things in themselves, Belovéd, may Bechanged, or change for thee, and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,— A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby ! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity. 11 313 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. 5 In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose 11 With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. 314 E. B. BROWNING. A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT What was he doing, the great god Pan, Spreading ruin and scattering ban, 5 Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat, He tore out a reed, the great god Pan, The limpid water turbidly ran, And the broken lilies a-dying lay, And the dragon-fly had fled away, Ere he brought it out of the river. 10 High on the shore sate the great god Pan, 15 And hacked and hewed as a great god can, |