As some mysterious wanderer of the skies,
Emerging from the deeps of outer dark,
Traces for once in human ken the arc
Of its stupendous curve, then swiftly flies
Out through some orbit veiled in space, which lies
Where no imagination may embark, —
Some onward-reaching track that God did mark
For all eternity beneath his eyes, —
So comes the soul forth from Creation's vast;
So clothed with mystery moves through mortal sight;
Then sinks away into the Great Unknown.
What systems it hath seen in all the past,

As shews the Aire, when with a Rain-bow grac'd;
So smiles that Riband 'bout my Julia's waste:
Or like — — Nay 'tis that Zonulet of love,
Wherein all pleasures of the world are wove.

As shining sand-drift,
Think of me,
Warm, white and glistening
Near the sea:

Like gold-dust gleaming
Which to-day
Light-blowing sea-winds
Whirl away.

I died so long ago
That none may tell
My name, my place, my labor or my fame:
Thus I sleep well.

As shines the sunbeam through dark clouds,
Hope breaks the spirit's lowering shrouds
E'en as the morning dawns o'er night,
Hope sheds her radiant, golden light.

Like the soft dew to thirsting flower,
Hope e'er revives the soul's faint hour —
A soothing balm for every grief;
Hope, precious hope, finds sure relief.

The anchor of the tide-bound soul,
With breakers near, while billows roll
Around, about, but ne'er o'erwhelm,
With Hope the anchor, Faith the helm.

Hope, like the olden Shepherd's star,

As shadows cast by cloud and sun,
Flit o'er the summer grass,
So, in thy sight, Almighty One!
Earth's generations pass.

And while the years, an endless host,
Come pressing swiftly on,
The brightest names that earth can boast
Just glisten, and are gone.

Yet doth the star of Bethlehem shed
A lustre pure and sweet;
And still it leads, as once it led,
To the Messiah's feet.

O Father, may that holy star
Grow every year more bright,
And send its glorious beams afar
To fill the world with light.

As round the rose's heart the golden threads
Of summer sunshine gently wind themselves,
And deeper, richer grows the native tinge,
More beauteous in its kindling loveliness,
So round the human heart unconsciously
The tendrils gold of love entwine themselves,
And make it sweeter, richer, holier far
Than 'twas before; and as on deep'ning blooms
The gaze of man delights to rest awhile,
So on the heart lit by love's radiant glow,
The angels look with glance serene and pure.

As unseen dews descend and softly rest,

As round as an apple,
As deep as a cup,
And all the king's horses
Cannot pull it up.

Why have you made life so intolerable
And set me between four walls, where I am able
Not to escape meals without prayer, for that is possible
Only by annoying an attendant. And tonight a sensual
Hell has been put on me, so that all has deserted me
And I am merely crying and trembling in heart
For death, and cannot get it. And gone out is part
Of sanity. And there is dreadful hell within me.
And nothing helps. Forced meals there have been and electricity
And weakening of sanity by influence
That's dreadful to endure. And there is Orders

I
.
THE TRANCE.

'T was at that sober hour when the light of day is receding,
And from surrounding things the hues wherewith day has adorn'd them
Fade, like the hopes of youth, till the beauty of earth is departed:
Pensive, though not in thought, I stood at the window, beholding
Mountain,and lake, and vale; the valley disrobed of its verdure;
Derwent, retaining yet from eve a glassy reflection
Where his expanded breast, then still and smooth as a mirror,
Under the woods reposed; the hills that, calm and majestic,

As our king lay musing on his bed,
He bethought himself upon a time
Of a tribute that was due from France,
Had not been paid for so long a time.
Fal la la la la

He called for his lovely page,
His lovely page then called he,
Saying, "You must go to the King of France,
To the King of France, sir, ride speedily.'

Oh then went away this lovely page,
This lovely page then away went he;
And when he came to the King of France,
Low he fell down on his bended knee.

"My master greets you, worthy sir;