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Is it well to wish thee happy?—having known | Never! though my mortal summers to such length me; to decline of years should come

On a range of lower feelings and a narrower heart

As the many-wintered crow that leads the clang ing rookery home.

than mine!

Yet it shall be thou shalt lower to his level day Where is comfort? in division of the records of by day, the mind?

What is fine within thee growing coarse to sym- Can I part her from herself, and love her, as 1 pathize with clay. knew her, kind?

As the husband is, the wife is; thou art mated I remember one that perished; sweetly did she with a clown, speak and move; And the grossness of his nature will have weight Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was to drag thee down. to love.

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have Can I think of her as dead, and love her for the spent its novel force, love she bore? Something better than his dog, a little dearer than No, his horse.

- she never loved me truly; love is love for

evermore.

What is this? his eyes are heavy, - think not Comfort? comfort scorned of devils! this is truth they are glazed with wine. the poet sings,

Go to him; it is thy duty, -kiss him; take his That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering hand in thine. happier things.

It may be my lord is weary, that his brain is

Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof,

overwrought,

Soothe him with thy finer fancies, touch him with In the dead, unhappy night, and when the rain thy lighter thought. is on the roof.

He will answer to the purpose, easy things to un- Like a dog, he hunts in dreams; and thou art staring at the wall,

derstand,

Better thou wert dead before me, though I slew Where the dying night-lamp flickers, and the thee with my hands. shadows rise and fall.

Better thou and I were lying, hidden from the Then a hand shall pass before thee, pointing to his drunken sleep,

heart's disgrace,

Rolled in one another's arms, and silent in a last To thy widowed marriage-pillows, to the tears embrace. that thou wilt weep.

Cursed be the social wants that sin against the Thou shalt hear the "Never, never," whispered strength of youth! by the phantom years,

Cursed be the social lies that warp us from the And a song from out the distance in the ringing living truth! of thine ears;

Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest And an eye shall vex thee, looking ancient kindnature's rule! ness on thy pain.

Cursed be the gold that gilds the straitened fore- Turn thee, turn thee on thy pillow; get thee to head of the fool! thy rest again.

Well-'t is well that I should bluster! - Hadst Nay, but nature brings thee solace; for a tender thou less unworthy proved, voice will cry; Would to God for I had loved thee more than 'T is a purer life than thine, a lip to drain thy ever wife was loved. trouble dry.

Am I mad, that I should cherish that which bears | Baby lips will laugh me down; my latest rival brings thee rest,

but bitter fruit?

I will pluck it from my bosom, though my heart Baby fingers, waxen touches, press me from the be at the root. mother's breast.

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0, the child too clothes the father with a dear- And his spirit leaps within him to be gone beness not his due. fore him then,

among the

Half is thine and half is his : it will be worthy Underneath the light he looks at, in throngs of men ;

of the two.

0, I see thee old and formal, fitted to thy petty Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new:

part,

With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a That which they have done but earnest of the daughter's heart. things that they shall do:

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I have but an angry fancy: what is that which I

should do?

When the ranks are rolled in vapor, and the winds are laid with sound,

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I had been content to perish, falling on the foe-Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and the

man's ground,

And at night along the dusky highway near and

nearer drawn,

Rees in heaven the light of London flaring like a

dreary dawn;

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Far along the world-wide whisper of the southwind rushing warm,

With the standards of the peoples plunging through the thunder-storm;

battle-flags were furled

In the parliament of man, the federation of the world.

There the common sense of most shall hold a
fretful realm in awe,
And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in uni-

versal law.

So I triumphed ere my passion sweeping through
me left me dry,
Left

me with the palsied heart, and left me with
the jaundiced eye;

Eye, to which all order festers, all things here are
out of joint.
Science moves, but slowly slowly, creeping on
from point to point :

Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, creep-
ing nigher,
Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowly
dying fire.

Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing
And

purpose runs,

the thoughts of men are widened with the

process of the suns.

What is that to him that reaps not harvest of his | Droops the heavy-blossomed bower, hangs the youthful joys, heavy-fruited tree,

Though the deep heart of existence beat forever Summerisles of Eden lying in dark-purple spheres like a boy's? of sea.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers; and I There, methinks, would be enjoyment more than linger on the shore, in this march of mindAnd the individual withers, and the world is more In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts and more. that shake mankind.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he There the passions, cramped no longer, shall have bears a laden breast, scope and breathing-space; Full of sad experience moving toward the still-I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my ness of his rest. dusky race.

Hark! my merry comrades call me, sounding on Iron-jointed, supple-sinewed, they shall dive, and the bugle horn, — they shall run,

They to whom my foolish passion were a target Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their for their scorn; lances in the sun,

Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the rainmouldered string? bows of the brooks, I am shamed through all my nature to have loved Not with blinded eyesight poring over miserable so slight a thing. books

Weakness to be wroth with weakness! woman's Fool, again the dream, the fancy! but I know my pleasure, woman's painwords are wild,

Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a But I count the gray barbarian lower than the shallower brain; Christian child.

Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, I, to herd with narrow foreheads, vacant of our matched with mine, glorious gains, Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water Like a beast with lower pleasures, like a beast unto winewith lower pains!

Here at least, where nature sickens, nothing. Ah Mated with a squalid savage, — what to me were for some retreat sun or clime?

Deep in yonder shining Orient, where my life I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of began to beat! time,

Where in wild Mahratta-battle fell my father, I, that rather held it better men should perish evil-starred; one by one,

I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's Than that earth should stand at gaze like Joshua's moon in Ajalon!

ward.

Or to burst all links of habit, — there to wander Not. in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range;

far away,

On from island unto island at the gateways of the Let the great world spin forever down the ringday, ing grooves of change.

Larger constellations burning, mellow moons and
happy skies,
Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster,

knots of Paradise.

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Through the shadow of the globe we sweep into
the younger day:

Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of
Cathay.

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not set;

0, I see the crescent promise of my spirit hath | O, had he whispered, when his sweetest kiss Was warm upon my mouth in fancied bliss, Ancient founts of inspiration well through all my He had kissed another woman even as this, fancy yet.

It were less bitter! Sometimes I could weep Howsoever these things be, a long farewell to To be thus cheated, like a child asleep ;Locksley Hall! Were not my anguish far too dry and deep.

――――

Now for me the woods may wither, now for me the roof-tree fall.

So I built my house upon another's ground;
Mocked with a heart just caught at the rebound,

Comes a vapor from the margin, blackening over A cankered thing that looked so firm and sound. heath and holt,

Cramming all the blast before it, in its breast a thunderbolt.

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I only loved him, - any woman would:
But shut my love up till he came and sued,
Then poured it o'er his dry life like a flood.

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And when that heart grew colder, - colder still,
I, ignorant, tried all duties to fulfil,
Blaming my foolish pain, exacting will,

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I never sought him in coquettish sport,
Or courted him as silly maidens court,

And wonder when the longed-for prize falls short. And so my silent moan begins and ends,

No world's laugh or world's taunt, no pity of friends

Or sneer of foes, with this my torment blends.

Dead? - Fool! It never lived. It only stirred
Galvanic, like an hour-cold corpse. None heard:
So let me bury it without a word.

He'll keep that other woman from my sight.
I know not if her face be foul or bright;
I only know that it was his delight

As his was mine; I only know he stands
Pale, at the touch of their long-severed hands,
Then to a flickering smile his lips commands,

Lest I should grieve, or jealous anger show.
He need not. When the ship's gone down, I trow,
We little reck whatever wind may blow.

None knows, none heeds. I have a little pride;
Enough to stand up, wifelike, by his side,
With the same smile as when I was his bride.

And I shall take his children to my arms;
They will not miss these fading, worthless charms;
Their kiss- ah! unlike his all pain disarms.

And haply as the solemn years go by,
He will think sometimes, with regretful sigh,
The other woman was less true than I.
DINAH MARIA MULOCK.

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ENOCH ARDEN AT THE WINDOW.

BUT Enoch yearned to see her face again; "If I might look on her sweet face again And know that she is happy." So the thought Haunted and harassed him, and drove him fo... At evening when the dull November day Was growing duller twilight, to the hill. There he sat down gazing on all below: There did a thousand memories roll upon hira, Unspeakable for sadness. By and by The ruddy square of comfortable light, Far-blazing from the rear of Philip's house, Allured him, as the beacon-blaze allures The bird of passage, till he madly strikes Against it, and beats out his weary life.

For Philip's dwelling fronted on the street, The latest house to landward; but behind, With one small gate that opened on the waste, Flourished a little garden square and walled: And in it throve an ancient evergreen, A yewtree, and all round it ran a walk Of shingle, and a walk divided it : But Enoch shunned the middle walk and stole

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