THE TWO VOICES. LETTERS. EVERY day brings a ship, Every ship brings a word; Well for those who have no fear, Looking sea-ward well assured That the word the vessel brings Is the word they wish to hear. A NEW DAY. R. W. Emerson. ACROSS a thousand leagues of land The mighty sun looks free, And in their fringe of rock or sand As real as the sun, Inherit this day and its doom Eternally begun. A world of men the rays illume, W. Allingham. NOT ONLY. "Heaven lies about us in our infancy." NOT only around our infancy Ν Wordsworth. Doth heaven with all its splendors lie: Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb, and know it not. Over our manhood bend the skies; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies; With our faint hearts the mountain strives; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea. J. R. Lowell. T IN THE COUNTRY. O one who has been long in city pent 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, A SUMMER LONGING. Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, That falls through the clear ether silently. John Keats. 13 I A SUMMER LONGING. MUST away to wooded hills and vales, Where broad, slow streams flow cool and si lently, And idle barges flap their listless sails. For me the summer sunset glows and pales, I long for shadowy forests, where the birds "The green fields wait for thee." I dream of uplands where the primrose shines, I think of long, sweet afternoons, when I |