A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods
When I am gone.

He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old ;
Old
age

his honour and his toil ; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with

many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite

hath yet

It

The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.

may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

LOCKSLEY HALL.

COMRADES, leave me here a little, while as yet ’tis early

morn:

Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the

bugle horn.

'Tis the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews

call

Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley

Hall;

Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy

tracts,

And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts.

Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to

rest,

Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West.

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow

shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.

Here about the beach I wander'd, nourishing a youth

sublime

With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of

Time ;

When the centuries behind me like a fruitful land

reposed ; When I clung to all the present for the promise that it

closed :

When I dipt into the future far as human eye could

see ;

Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that

In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the Robin's

breast; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another

crest ;

In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; Inthe Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts

of love.

Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for

one so young, And her

all
my

motions with a mute observance hung

eyes on

And I said, “My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth

to me,

Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee."

On her pallid cheek and forehead came a colour and a

light, As I have seen the rosy red flushing in the northern

night.