"Nay then," said I, "that's quick to unload:" And strewed my few pence out on the road.

"O kinsmen, now be quick, resume Each rag of me to its rightful tomb!

The dead were silent then for a space.

Still I stood upright in my place.

Said one, "Some strength he will yet conceal.' Belike 'tis pride of a planted heel?

"Man has but one perduring pride: Of knowledge alone is he justified.

"Lie down, lie down by us in the sod: Thou shalt be wise in the ways of God."

"Nay, so I stand upright in the dust
I'll take God's purposes all on trust.

"An inch of heel for a yard of spine,
So give me again the goods that are mine!"

I planted my heel by their headstones,
And wrestled an hour with my kinsmen's bones.

I shook their dust thrice into a sieve,
And gathered all that they had to give.

I winnowed knowledge out of the heap:
"Take it,” I said, "to warm your sleep!
I cast their knowledge back on the sod,
And went on my journey, praising God.
Of all their knowledge I thought me rid:
But one little grain in my pack had hid.

Now, as I go, myself I tell

"On a planted heel man wrestles well." But that little grain keeps whispering me: "Better, perhaps, on a planted knee."

Out on the Moor.

I HAVE been wandering to-day
Out on the moor, and have seen
The country stretching far away,
In stony slopes and wastes of green;

And watched the distant hill tops lie
Far in the sunset fair and free,
Like purple clouds across the sky,
And further still the line of sea;

And heard the lark above me sing,
And seen the plover flying near,
And many a little hidden spring,

And twinkling water brown and clear,

And brightest sun, and darkest shower,
And day and night-time, come to rest,
And toiling wind and tender flower,
Upon the moor's untiring breast.

We falter in our smiles and tears,

And faint with joys and sorrows won; The moors stretch out through all the years, In perfect peace till time is done.

And peace is love, dear love, I know
There is no greater thing than this;

It is the utmost love can show,

It is the utmost love can miss.

The love within my soul for thee
Before the world was had its birth,
It is the part God gives to me
Of the great wisdom of the earth.

Song.

If I were in the valley-land,

And you far up the mountain blue, Would you just turn and wave your hand, And bid me strive to follow you?

If I were in the tossing sea,

And you upon the quiet shore,
Would you send out your help to me,
And bid me to my life once more?

If I were cast from Heaven's gate,
And you within so glad and fair,
I know you would come forth and wait
Beside me, love, in my despair!