IVY. "LET me forget," the sufferer prays, That do not bless To-morrows; Who would not faint on life's dread waste, If the slow ivy made not haste ЕРІТАРН, ON AN ACTIVE TRADESMAN. THIS headless column on a stone What may this mournful shaft betoken? Pale orphans answer, with their moan, "The key-stone of an arch is gone! A mother's heart is broken." EPIGRAM. COMPANIONSHIP in toil or sorrow Makes every man a brother: WRITTEN AFTER READING GOETHE'S FAUST. CLOTHE truth in light, and men shall deem thee mad; But give to thought a dream's profundities, And learning's self, for worth they never had, ЕРІТАРН. READER! Since God expects thee, too, WOMAN. WHAT highest prize hath woman won In science, or in art? What mightiest work, by woman done, "She hath no Raphael!" Painting saith; "No Newton!" Learning cries; "Show us her Steam-ship! her Macbeth! Her thought-won victories." Wait, boastful Man! Though worthy are For this the worth of woman shows, That still as man in wisdom grows, Oh, not for wealth, or fame, or power, For woman's best is unbegun! Her advent yet to come!* LENT AND LOST. OF Mary, by heav'n lent, Heav'n has bereft us ; And from her home all comfort went, When Mary left us. * Educated woman, through her self-denying, self-aggrandising refusal to marry, without first securing a certain standard of comfort, is destined to save mankind, and in the language of St. Paul, "Lift us up!" We fear no ills, no foes, Though they surround us; Pass on, thou cloud of many woes! The worst has found us. If lowest cannot fall, Need we be wary? We lost fear, joy, hope, danger, all, In vain, vex'd Sea of Change, Thou thy rocks chafest! Secure, thy dreaded verge we range: LAND. He ties up hands Who locks up lands: The lands which can't be sold and bought Bring men and states to worse than nought: Are worth a world of barren gold.* * Land, in Britain, is withdrawn from competition by the law of primogeniture, and in France by that of equal division among all the children of a marriage, to the great danger of both countries. |