NOW. THE venerable Past-is past; "Tis dark, and shines not in the ray: Why should we sit where ivies creep, Mid crumbling ruins' mossy hoar? Why should we see with dead men's eyes, When the beauteous Now, the divine To BE, Woo with their charms our living sight? Why should we hear but echoes dull When the world of sound, so beautiful, Will give us music of our own? Why in the darkness will we grope, When the sun, in heaven's resplendent cope, Shines as bright as ever it shone? Abraham saw no brighter stars Than those which burn for thee and me. When Homer heard the lark's sweet song, Or night-bird's lovelier melody, They were such sounds as Shakspere heard, Such lovely sounds as we can hear. Send forth its tender flowers and shoots, And we can see the lilies blow, The corn-fields wave, the rivers flow: We will not dwell amid the graves, Or plinths and columns overthrown; We will not only see the light Through painted windows, cobwebb'd o'er, Nor know the beauty of the night Save by the moonbeam on the floor: NOW. But in the presence of the sun, Or moon, or stars, our hearts shall glow; We'll look at nature face to face, And we shall LOVE because we KNOW. The present needs us. Every age Bequeaths the next for heritage But strenuous labour for the right; To make it better than the past, And stretch the circle of its ken. Now is a fact that men deplore, 'Tis ever new, 'tis ever bright. Time, nor Eternity, hath seen A repetition of delight In all its phases: ne'er hath been. For men or angels that which is ; And that which is hath ceased to be Ere we have breathed it, and its place Is lost in the Eternity. 31 But Now is ever good and fair, Of the Infinitude the heir, And we of it. So let us live That from the Past we may receive Light for the Now-from Now a joy That Fate nor Time shall e'er destroy. THE VISION OF MOCKERY. ALL happy things are earnest. Once I roamed Slowly, in teeming thoroughfares, I walked It was a gibing, laughing, sneering crowd, Fierce love of lucre, which, if one had not, Placed on a pinnacle to be admired, Flattered, and filled with other rich men's gifts; His overflowing fulness made more full, C |