Fill to the brim, and I will drink-
"To Memory and Thought,
Eternal Death."-For, O, to think
Is with such horror fraught,
That hell would be

A heaven to me,
Were Memory no more!
Aye! could I never think again—
Never the past deplore-

I should no longer here remain;
For hell can have no penal pain
In all its fiery domain,

So fearful unto me,

As the scorpion-sting
Of that terrible thing
Which we call Memory!

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To dream of all that I am now,
Of all I might have been;
The crown of thorns upon my brow,
The gnawing worm within-
Of all the treasures I have lost,
Like leaves autumnal, tempest-tost-
Of sunbeams into clouds withdrawn,
Their momentary sparkle gone-
Of murdered hope and blighted bloom-
O God! how terrible my doom!

Yet fill, fill up!

The crimson cup,

With frenzy to the brim!
I wildly burn-I madly thirst—
To see the blushing bubbles burst
Around its ruby rim!

ST. VALENTINE'S DAY

From 'Passion Flower and Other Poems,' 1883.

Hidden no longer

In moss-covered ledges,
Starring the wayside,

Under the hedges,
Violet, Pimpernel,
Flashing with dew,
Daisy and Asphodel
Blossom anew.

Down in the bosky dells.
Everywhere,

Faintly their fairy bells

Chime in the air.
Thanks to the sunshine!

Thanks to the showers!

They come again, bloom again,
Beautiful flowers!

Twittering sparrows flit

Merrily by;

Skylarks triumphantly

Warble on high;
Echo, who slumbers

So long in the glen,
Awakens to mimic

The song of the wren:
For, thanks to the sunbeams!
Thanks to the showers!

They bud again, bloom again,
Beautiful flowers!

The mocking-bird, too,

The sweetest of mimes,

Is prodigal now

Of his jubilant rhymes!

And my heart is so light,
So cheery to-day,
I fancy I hear,

In his rapturous lay,
The music I dreamed

In those radiant hours,
When Love to my heart

(Like Spring to her bowers)
First came to awaken

Hope's beautiful flowers!

PROEMIAL STANZAS

To a poem recited before the Ladies' Memorial Association of Raleigh, North Caro lina, 1867.

From 'Passion Flower and Other Poems,' 1883.

If aught that I have ever said or sung

May cause one more memorial flower to bloom
Where plaintive harps, on Southern willows hung,
Wail, Memnon-like, amid perpetual gloom;

Where, bowed with bleeding heart and eye of stone,
The South, a nobler Niobe, appears,

Murmurs, with quivering lips, "Thy will be done!"
And seeks relief from agony in tears;

If when her trembling hands, unclasped from prayer,
Begin the light of votive flowers to shed,
Exhaling sweets, illumining the air,

Above the graves of her Confederate dead,

She chance to touch and haply intertwine,
Mid flowers of balmier breath and happier hue,

A daisy or forget-me-not of mine,

That erst, unnoticed, by the wayside grew;

This, this would be far dearer than the meed
Of praise awarded to the festive strain,
Blown from a pipe of Carolina reed,

Which, at your bidding, I awake again!

MOSES DRURY HOGE

[1818-1899]

WALTER W. MOORE

OSES DRURY HOGE was born at Hempden-Sidney, Virginia,

September 17, 1818, and died at Richmond, January 6, 1899. He was of Scotch and English descent. His grandfathers on both sides were ministers and college presidents. His father, also, and four of his uncles were ministers. So that he was emphatically of the tribe of Levi. Springing from this illustrious double line of ministers and educators, and reared at such a place as HampdenSidney, it is not surprising that he, too, should have become a minister and a shining exponent of liberal culture. He was educated at Hampden-Sidney College and Union Theological Seminary; in 1844 he came to Richmond, and here for fifty-four years he preached the gospel of the grace of God with a dignity and authority and tenderness, with a beauty and pathos and power, which have rarely, if ever, been surpassed in the annals of the American pulpit.

It was his privilege to preach to a larger number of the men whose commanding influence in public life, in the learned professions, or in the business world had conferred prosperity and honor upon the State, than any other spiritual teacher of the time. He was more frequently the spokesman of the people on great public occasions than any other man whom Richmond has delighted to honor. He was more frequently the subject of conversation in the social circle than any other member of this cosmopolitan community. His patriotic devotion to his people during the war and his far-reaching ministry to the soldiers endeared him still more to his countrymen. In 1862, when the blockade of the Southern States, incident to the Civil War, had cut off the South from a supply of Bibles, and when the great camps and hospitals in Virginia were filled with soldiers, thousands of whom it was certain would die on the field of battle, it became the most urgent Christian duty of the time to supply these men with copies of the Word of God. In this emergency Dr. Hoge undertook the extremely perilous enterprise of running the blockade both ways for the purpose of procuring in Great Britain and bringing into the Confederacy a supply of Bibles. His mission was successful beyond all expectations. In London he made a moving address to the British and Foreign Bible Society in regard