November 26.

November 27.

Build to-day, then, strong and sure,
With a firm and ample base;
And ascending and secure

Shall to-morrow find its place.
Thus alone can we attain

To those turrets where the eye
Sees the world as one vast plain,
And one boundless reach of sky.

November 29.

The Builders.

Ah, how skilful grows the hand
That obeyeth Love's command!
It is the heart and not the brain
That to the highest doth attain,
And he who followeth Love's behest
Far exceedeth all the rest!

The Building of the Ship.

November 30.

Out of the heart

Rises the bright ideal of these dreams (of Love),
As from some woodland fount a spirit rises,
And sinks again into its silent deeps,

Ere the enamoured knight can touch her robe! "Tis this ideal that the soul of man,

Like the enamoured knight beside the fountain, Waits for upon the margin of Life's stream; Waits to behold her rise from the dark waters, Clad in a mortal shape!

The Spanish Student-Act 1, sc. 5.

November 29.

November 30.

Out of the bosom of the Air,

Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare,

Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow

Descends the snow.

Snow-flakes.

Leafless are the trees; their purple branches
Spread themselves abroad, life reefs of coral,
Rising silent

In the Red Sea of the Winter sunset.

The Golden Milestone.

Yes, the Year is growing old,
And his eye is pale and bleared!
Death, with frosty hand and cold,
Plucks the old man by the beard,
Sorely,-sorely!

Midnight Mass for the Dying Year.