Even the careless heart was moved,
And the doubting gave assent,
With a gesture reverent,
To the Master well-beloved.
As thin mists are glorified

By the light they cannot hide,
All who gazed upon him saw,
Through its veil of tender awe,
How his face was still uplit
By the old sweet look of it,
Hopeful, trustful, full of cheer,
And the love that casts out fear.
Who the secret may declare
Of that brief, unuttered prayer?
Did the shade before him come
Of the inevitable doom,
Of the end of earth so near,
And Eternity's new year?

In the lap of sheltering seas
Rests the isle of Penikese;
But the lord of the domain
Comes not to his own again :
Where the eyes that follow fail,
On a vaster sea his sail
Drifts beyond our beck and hail!
Other lips within its bound
Shall the laws of life expound;
Other eyes from rock and shell
Read the world's old riddles well;
But when breezes light and bland
Blow from Summer's blossomed land,
When the air is glad with wings,
And the blithe song-sparrow sings,
Many an eye with his still face
Shall the living ones displace,
Many an ear the word shall seek
He alone could fitly speak.
And one name forevermore
Shall be uttered o'er and o'er
By the waves that kiss the shore,
By the curlew's whistle sent
Down the cool, sea-scented air;

In all voices known to her

Nature own her worshiper,

Half in triumph, half lament.
Thither love shall tearful turn,
Friendship pause uncovered there,
And the wisest reverence learn
From the Master's silent prayer.

JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER.

TO HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW, ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 27TH FEBRUARY, 1867.

I NEED not praise the sweetness of his song, Where limpid verse to limpid verse succeeds

Smooth as our Charles, when, fearing lest he

wrong

The new moon's mirrored skiff, he slides along, Full without noise, and whispers in his reeds.

With loving breath of all the winds his name
Is blown about the world, but to his friends
A sweeter secret hides behind his fame,
And Love steals shyly through the loud acclaim
To murmur a God bless you! and there ends.

As I muse backward up the checkered years,

Wherein so much was given, so much was lost, Blessings in both kinds, such as cheapen tearsBut hush! this is not for profaner ears;

Let them drink molten pearls nor dream the cost.

Some suck up poison from a sorrow's core,

As naught but nightshade grew upon earth's

ground;

Love turned all his to heart's-ease, and the more Fate tried his bastions, she but forced a door,

Leading to sweeter manhood and more sound. Even as a wind-waved fountain's swaying shade Seems of mixed race, a gray wraith shot with

sun,

So through his trial faith translucent rayed,
Till darkness, half disnatured so, betrayed

A heart of sunshine that would fain o'errun.

Surely if skill in song the shears may stay,

And of its purpose cheat the charmed abyss, If our poor life be lengthened by a lay, He shall not go, although his presence may, And the next age in praise shall double this.

Long days be his, and each as lusty-sweet
As gracious natures find his song to be;
May Age steal on with softly cadenced feet
Falling in music, as for him were meet
Whose choicest verse is harsher-toned than he!
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.

BAYARD.

[LIEUTENANT BAYARD WILKESON, commanding Battery G, Fourth U. S. Artillery, was mortally wounded by a cannon-ball in the first day's battle at Gettysburg. He had asked for water, and when they put into his hand a canteen filled with the scarce fluid, a mangled Connecticut soldier lying near cried, "Lieutenant, for God's sake, give me a drink." The dying officer passed the can teen untasted to the soldier, who drained it of its last drop. The hero, whose life was crowned by this act of chivalry, was only nineteen years of age. The Government honored itself by giving him three brevet promotions after death for gallantry in different actions.]

BORNE by the soldiers he had led to battle On that ill-omened and disastrous day,

Zetle cress' up quite unbeknowne

An' peeked on thin the winder

An' there sot Stulby all alone

Such a paragon is woman That, you sed, it must be true The is always eastly better thaw the best that the can do!"