DAYS. DAUGHTERS of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all R. W. EMERSON HUMAN LIFE. SAD AD is our youth, for it is ever going, In current unperceived because so fleet; And sweet are all things, when we learn to prize them Not for their sake, but His who grants them or denies them. AUBREY DE Vera THE STREAM OF LIFE. O STREAM descending to the sea, In garden plots the children play, O life descending into death, Strong purposes our minds possess, We toil and earn, we seek and learn, O end to which our currents tend, To which we flow, what do we know, A roar we hear upon thy shore, Here Ye brave, to reward you; J. W. VON GOETHE. Trans. by THOMAS CARLYI.E STANZAS. тно HOUGHT is deeper than all speech, Feeling deeper than all thought; Souls to souls can never teach What unto themselves was taught. We are spirits clad in veils; Man by man was never seen; All our deep communing fails To remove the shadowy screen. Heart to heart was never known; Mind with mind did never meet; We are columns, left alone, Of a temple once complete. Like the stars that gem the sky, Far apart, though seeming near, In our light we scattered lie; All is thus but starlight here. What is social company But a babbling summer stream ? What our wise philosophy But the glancing of a dream? Only when the sun of love Melts the scattered stars of thought; Only when we live above What the dim-eyed world hath taught; Only when our souls are fed By the Fount which gave them birth, And by inspiration led Which they never drew from earth; We, like parted drops of rain, THE PROBLEM. C. P. CRANCH. LIKE a church; I like a cowl; Fall like sweet strains, or pensive smiles; Why should the vest on him allure, Not from a vain or shallow thought |