Accomplish thou my manhood and thy- | A showery glance upon her aunt, and said, "You - tell us what we are " who might have told, self; Lay thy sweet hands in mine and trust year Too solemn for the comic touches in them, | Welcome, farewell, and welcome for the I wish they were a whole Atlantic broad." "Have patience," I replied, "ourselves are full Of social wrong; and maybe wildest dreams Are but the needful preludes of the truth: For me, the genial day, the happy crowd, The sport half-science, fill me with a faith, This fine old world of ours is but a child Yet in the go-cart. Patience! Give it time To learn its limbs: there is a hand that guides." To follow a shout rose again, and made The long line of the approaching rookery swerve From the elms, and shook the branches of the deer From slope to slope thro' distant ferns, and rang Beyond the bourn of sunset; O, a shout More joyful than the city-roar that hails Premier or king! Why should not these great Sirs Give up their parks some dozen times a year To let the people breathe? So thrice they cried, I likewise, and in groups they stream'd IN MEMORIAM. STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made. Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why; He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him : thou art just. Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou: Our wills are ours, we know not how; Our wills are ours, to make them thine. Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be: They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they. We have but faith: we cannot know; But vaster. We are fools and slight; Forgive my grief for one removed, Forgive these wild and wandering cries, IN MEMORIAM. A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII. I. I HELD it truth, with him who sings And find in loss a gain to match? Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drown'd, The long result of love, and boast, "Behold the man that loved and lost, But all he was is overworn." II. OLD Yew, which graspest at the stones That name the under-lying dead, Thy fibres net the dreamless head, Thy roots are wrapt about the bones. The seasons bring the flower again, And bring the firstling to the flock; And in the dusk of thee, the clock Beats out the little lives of men. O not for thee the glow, the bloom, Who changest not in any gale, Nor branding summer suns avail To touch thy thousand years of gloom : And gazing on thee, sullen tree, Sick for thy stubborn hardihood, I seem to fail from out my blood And grow incorporate into thee. III. O SORROW, cruel fellowship, O Priestess in the vaults of Death, O sweet and bitter in a breath, What whispers from thy lying lip? "The stars," she whispers, "blindly run; | That loss is common would not make From out waste places comes a cry, A web is wov'n across the sky; And murmurs from the dying sun: 66 And all the phantom My own less bitter, rather more : Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break. ཝཱ ཙྩ ༤, FORTUNE, by W. M. Hunt This picture from a Copley Print, copyright, 1898, by Curtis & Cameron A STUDY of the IMPORTANT DECORATIONS by A B BOOK absolutely new in its field, which, it is believed, will prove definitive as a present-day survey of perhaps the greatest movement in American Art, in which many American painters have achieved positive distinction. Beginning with the earliest work that may properly be called Mural Decoration, the author covers the whole ground of her subject, considering not only the celebrated decorations in great public buildings. but also the great decorations of the Chicago World's Fair, and many of the decorations in private houses that have heretofore not been generally known to the public. .? vacant can we meant for grain. So quickly, waiting for a hand, stand > beat Messrs. Curtis & Cameron have, by special arrangement Copley Prints SYLVIA, by C. Allan Gilbert. Copyright, 1901, by Small, Maynard & Company SYLVIA, by Howard Chandler Christy. From Copley Prints, copyright, 1901, by Curtis & Cameron |