NATURE DEVELOPMENT IN NATURE. ၄၁@ALLED LED up in sense we know no general plan: And in the ordered nucleus of the plan Of this our world, beneath the Fates' fell care, The Tree of Life outspreading everywhere, And seedling fruits from short-lived blooms began. Have these old mysteries ceased? from fiery steeps, From deepening swamps the mute snake writhed along ; Anon the bird screamed-then the furred beast creeps Growling; then Adam speaks erect and strong. Shall there not rise again from Nature's deeps One more, whose voice shall be the perfect song? WILLIAM BELL SCOTT. جم SCIENCE ABORTIVE. ITH what vain speculations do we slake hence, If Higher Creatures at mankind's expense Start into life with senses broad awake To truths we only dream of; hands to shake The churchyard dust a thousand times blown wide To answer, by Death's door we must abide; Blinded by life itself, by fears half-crazed, We raise another god and ask again! WILLIAM BELL SCOTT. SELF-DECEPTION. HERE'S a Seer's peak on Ararat, they say, world; Not that supernal kingdom whence were hurled The rebel-angels ere Creation's day, But Eden-garden, Adam's first array, Round which the Flood-waves stood back like a wall, And whither still are sent the souls of all The good dead, where the cherubim sing and play. Dear lovely land we wait for and desire, Whence fondly-loved lost faces look back still, But from the depths between what mists aspire- WILLIAM BELL SCOTT. PAST AND FUTURE. AIR garden, where the man and woman dwelt, reprieve, The sabbath of each day, the restful eve, They sat in silence, with lock'd hands, and felt The voice which compass'd them, a-near, a-far, Which murmur'd in the fountains and the breeze, Which breathed in spices from the laden trees, And sent a silvery shout from each lone star. Sweet dream of Paradise! and if a dream, One that has help'd us when our faith was weak; We wake, and still it holds us, but would seem Before us, not behind,-the good we seek,The good from lowest root which waxes ever, The golden age of science and endeavour. EMILY PFEIFFER. FAITH. OLLOW Me," Jesus said; and they uprose, And through a long hard life without repose, "Take up your cross and come with Me," He said; And the world listens yet through all her dead, And still would answer had we faith like those. But who can light again such beacon-fire! With gladsome haste and with rejoicing souls How would men gird themselves for the emprise? Leaving their black boats by the dead lake's mire, Leaving their slimy nets by the cold shoals, Leaving their old oars, nor once turn their eyes. WILLIAM BELL SCOTT. |