Mais si rien ne répond dans l'immense étendue Adieu, déserts où l'âme ouvre une aile éperdue! Et toi, divine Mort, où tout rentre et s'efface, Sola nel mondo eterna, a cui si volve Ogni creata cosa, In te, morte, si posa Lieta no, ma sicura To die is landing on some silent shore, 'Tis what the guilty fear, the pious crave; Sought by the wretch and vanquished by the brave. It eases lovers, sets the captive free, And, though a tyrant, offers liberty. Nature AS a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, By promises of others in their stead, Which, though more splendid, may not please him more ; So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Scarce knowing if we wished to go or stay, How far the unknown transcends the what we know. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. The Deserted House LIFE and Thought have gone away Side by side, Leaving door and windows wide: All within is dark as night: In the windows is no light; Close the door, the shutters close, Or through the windows we shall see Of the dark deserted house. Come away: no more of mirth Is here or merry-making sound. Come away: for Life and Thought But in a city glorious A great and distant city-have bought A mansion incorruptible. Would they could have stayed with us! ALFRED TENNYSON. Verses found in his Bible at the Gate-House at Westminster VEN such is Time, which takes in trust EV Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, SIR WALTER Raleigh. DIVINA MORS Up-Hill DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? Will there be beds for me and all who seek? CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI. The City of the Dead HEY do neither plight nor wed THEY In the city of the dead, In the city where they sleep away the hours; Winter blight and Summer change, |