CXLIV. Ebenezer Elliest ANOTHER year is swallowed by the sea Of sumless waves! year, thou Another year, past Eternity! Hath rolled o'er new-made graves. They open yet to bid the living weep, Where tears are vain; While they, unswept into the ruthless deep, Why are we spared? Surely to wear away, Vile traces, left beneath the upbraiding spray, But there are things which time devoureth not: Thoughts whose green youth Flowers o'er the ashes of the, unforgot; And words, whose fruit is truth. Are ye not imaged in the eternal sea, Things of to-day? Deeds which are harvest for eternity, Ye cannot pass away! For our eyes to see; Shook the earth, "Thus saith the Lord," A glorious company! Call them from the dead For our eyes to see: Sons of wisdom, song, and power, Giving earth her richest dower, And making nations free A glorious company! Call them from the dead For our eyes to see: Forms of beauty, love, and grace, "Sunshine in the shady place," That made it life to be A blessed company! Call them from the dead Vain the call will be; But the hand of Death shall lay, Like that of Christ, its healing clay On eyes which then shall see That glorious company! CXLVI. Robt Browning I STOOP Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud. It is but for a time: I press God's lamp ART thou not from everlasting to everlasting? WE SHALL NOT DIE. CXLVIII. Jyn DEATH is the shadow of life; and as the tree Life eminent creates the shade of death; CXLIX. Shakspeare. THE cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, We are such stuff As dreams are made of; and our little life CL. Milton To our high-raised phantasy present With saintly shout, and solemn jubilee; Singing everlastingly: That we on earth, with undiscording voice, Oh, may we soon again renew that song, And keep in tune with heaven, till God ere long To his celestial concert us unite, To live with him, and sing, in endless morn of light. |