There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapped in universal law.

So I triumphed, ere my passion sweeping through me left me dry, Left me with the palsied heart, and left me with the jaundiced eye;

Eye, to which all order festers, all things here are out of joint, Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creeping on from point to point:

Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowly-dying fire.

Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the

suns.

What is that to him that reaps not harvest of his youthful joys, Though the deep heart of existence beat for ever like a boy's?

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, Anl the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast,

Full of sad experience moving toward the stillness of his rest.

Hark, my merry comrades call me, sounding on the bugle-horn, They to whom my foolish passion were a target for their scorn:

Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a mouldered string? I am shamed through all my nature to have loved so slight a thing.

ser man, and all thy passions, matched with

unto sunlight, and as water unto wine

re nature sickens, nothing. Ah, for some re

ining Orient, where my life began to beat;

hratta-battle fell my father evil-starred; ed orphan, and a selfish uncle's ward.

ks of habit-there to wander far away, to island at the gateways of the day.

-ns burning, mellow moons and happy skies, shade and palms in cluster, knots of Paradise.

rader, never floats an European flag,

lustrous woodland, swings the trailer from the

lossomed bower, hangs the heavy-fruited tree. den lying in dark-purple spheres of sea.

uld be enjoyment more than in this march of

u the railway, in the thoughts that shake man

There the passions, cramp ed no longer, shall have scope and

breathing-space;

I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race

Iron-jointed, supple-sinewed, they shall dive, and they shall run, Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their lances in the sun;

Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the rainbows of the brooks, Not with blinded eyesight poring over miserable books

Fool, again the dream, the fancy! but I know my words are wild, But I count the gray barbarian lower than the Christian child.

I, to herd with narrow foreheads, vacant of our glorious gains, Like a beast with lower pleasures, like a beast with lower pains!

Mated with a squalid savage-what to me were sun or clime?
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time—

I that rather held it better men should perish one by one,
Than that earth should stand at gaze like Joshua's moon in
Ajalon!

Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range. Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change

Through the shadow of the globe we sweep into the younger day: Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay

ent promise of my spirit hath not set. inspiration well through all my fancy yet.

hings be, a long farewell to Locksley Hall! oods may wither, now for me the roof-tree fall.

m the margin, blackening over heath and holt, blast before it, in its breast a thunderbolt.

isley Hall, with rain or hail, or fire or snow; ind arises, roaring seaward, and I go,

THE ISLET.

R, O whither, love, shall we go,
of sweet little summers or so?"
little wife of the singer said,
that followed the day she was wed,
O whither, love, shall we go?"
nger shaking his curly head.
he sat, and struck the keys
is right with a sudden crash,
and shall it be over the seas
w that is neither rude nor rash,

But a bevy of Eroses apple-cheeked,
In a shallop of crystal ivory-beaked,
With a satin sail of a ruby glow,

To a sweet little Eden on earth that I know,
A mountain islet pointed and peaked;
Waves on a diamond shingle dash,
Cataract brooks to the ocean run,
Fairily-delicate palaces shine

Mixed with myrtle and clad with vine,
And overstreamed and silvery-streaked
With many a rivulet high against the Sun
The facets of the glorious mountain flash
Above the valleys of palm and pine."

"Thither, O thither, love, let us go."

"No, no, no!

For in all that exquisite isle, my dear,

There is but one bird with a musical throat,
And his compass is but of a single note,

That it makes one weary to hear."

"Mock me not! mock me not! love, let us go."

"No, love, no.

For the bud ever breaks into bloom on the tree,
And a storm never wakes on the lonely sea,

And a worm is there in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
And makes it a sorrow to be."