God! thus alone my lowly thoughts can soar; JOHN BOWRING (From the Russian of Derzhavén). THE ETERNAL THE One remains, the many change and pass; Until Death tramples it to fragments.- Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek! No more let Life divide what Death can join together. That Light whose smile kindles the universe, The breath whose might I have invoked in song While, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY (Adonais). MUTABILITY WHEN I bethink me on that speech whyleare Me seemes, that though she all unworthy were Whose flow'ring pride, so fading and so fickle, Then gin I thinke on that which Nature sayd, Upon the pillours of Eternity, That is contrayr to Mutabilitie; For all that moveth doth in change delight, But thenceforth all shall rest eternally With him that is the God of Sabaoth hight; O thou great Sabaoth God, grant me that Sabbath's sight! EDMUND SPENSER (The Faerie Queene). CROSSING THE BAR SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar. ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. "More poets yet!"-I hear him say, Slash on, O Hercules! You may: Too arrogant! For who shall stay PART XI SCATTERED LEAVES MUSIC IN CAMP Two armies covered hill and plain, The summer clouds lay pitched like tents And each dread gun of the elements The breeze so softly blew, it made And the smoke of the random cannonade And now where circling hills looked down O'er listless camp and silent town When on the fervid air there came With day's departing splendor. Down flocked the soldiers to the banks; One wooded shore was blue with "Yanks," Then all was still; and then the band, The conscious stream, with burnished glow, |