THE REAL. How true and great that world must be, How false, how little this! Man sees not what he seems to see, He seems not what he is. Here is the hollow and untrue; Thickly o'erspread with mist and dew, Each morn is coming with its light, To chase each shade and ill, And truth returneth from on high; Gone is the night of dreams, Gone is the shadow and the lie,- Earth shall be what it seems. 79 NOT HERE. SOFTLY the winds were fanning this fresh cheek, When heedless boyhood loved to dream and stray, Cold winter smote, frosts nipped, sore tempests broke, "I would not live alway." Yet would I not turn back, nor faint, nor sigh, Beyond the earth and sea-beyond the tomb! Light me through this cold gloom." 1 In joy or woe; Days go and come, In endless sum. Only the eternal day Shall come but never go, Only the eternal tide Shall never ebb but flow. O long eternity, Suns set and rise In these dull skies, Suns rise and set, Till men forget, The day is at the door, When they shall rise no more. O everlasting Sun, Whose race is never run, Be thou endless light, my Then shall I fear no night! LIGHT'S TEACHINGS. THE light is ever silent; It calls up voices over sea and earth. And fills the glowing air with harmonies, The lark's gay chant, the note of forest-dove, The lamb's quick bleat, and the bee's earnest hum, And the world's mighty murmur that had sunk, LIGHT'S TEACHINGS. 83 The light is ever silent; It sparkles on morn's million gems of dew, It flings itself into the shower of noon, It weaves its gold into the cloud of sunset— On yon broad rock, yet not an echo answers; It lights in myriad drops upon the flower, Yet not a blossom stirs, it does not move The slightest film of floating gossamer, Which the faint touch of insect's wing would shiver. The light is ever silent; Most silent of all heavenly silences; Not even the darkness stiller, nor so still; Too swift for sound or speech, it rushes on Such let my life be here; Not marked by noise but by success alone; |