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the mother's heart with woe for ever wild,
This heart whose sovran bliss brought forth so bitter birth--
This world as vast as thou, even _thou_, O sorrowless Earth,
Is desolate and void because of this one child!

NELSON K. TYERMAN.





ST. JOHN.

_("Un jour, le morne esprit. ")_

[Bk. VI. vii. , Jersey, September, 1855. ]


One day, the sombre soul, the Prophet most sublime
At Patmos who aye dreamed,
And tremblingly perused, without the vast of Time,
Words that with hell-fire gleamed,

Said to his eagle: "Bird, spread wings for loftiest flight--
Needs must I see His Face! "
The eagle soared. At length, far beyond day and night,
Lo! the all-sacred Place!

And John beheld the Way whereof no angel knows
The name, nor there hath trod;
And, lo!
the Place fulfilled with shadow that aye glows
Because of very God.

NELSON R. TYERMAN.





THE POET'S SIMPLE FAITH.

You say, "Where goest thou? " I cannot tell,
And still go on. If but the way be straight,
It cannot go amiss! before me lies
Dawn and the Day; the Night behind me; that
Suffices me; I break the bounds; I _see_,
And nothing more; _believe_, and nothing less.
My future is not one of my concerns.

PROF. E. DOWDEN.



I AM CONTENT.

_("J'habite l'ombre. ")_

[1855. ]


True; I dwell lone,
Upon sea-beaten cape,
Mere raft of stone;
Whence all escape
Save one who shrinks not from the gloom,
And will not take the coward's leap i' the tomb.