"I SAY HIS MANHOOD MUST BE FREE; HIMSELF HE SHOULD NOT STAIN: 46 WHO KNOWS GOD'S DAY, GOD'S THOUSAND YEARS, SHALL FEEL Breaking into wisest speeches, [WILLIAM COX BENNETT.] HE MUST NOT SOIL THE DIGNITY OF HEART AND BLOOD AND BRAIN."-MACDONALD. LITTLE WHITE LILY.* |ITTLE White Lily Little White Lily Little White Lily Is lifting her head. among the eme * We suppose the poet refers to the lily generally called the "lily of the NO ANXIOUS HEART, SHALL LIFT NO TREMBLING HAND.”—MACDONALD, "SOME FACES THAT WOULD NEVER PLEASE WITH ANY SWEET SURPRISE, A DEEPER CHILDHOOD FIRST AWAY MUST WIPE LITTLE WHITE LILY. Little White Lily Said, "It is good Little White Lily's Drest like a bride; 313 DAWN, NE'ERTHELESS, BY SLOW DEGREES, A VERY HOME OF EYES."-G. MACDONALD. Little White Lily Little White Lily When I am thirsty Now I am stronger, Heat cannot burn me, Little White Lily Smells very sweet; Rain at her feet. "Thanks to the sunshine, THE CONSCIOUSNESS WHICH WAS OUR MANHOOD'S PAIN."-MACDONALD. "ROSE-SPRINKLED EVE, GOLD-BRANDED MORN, MAY STILL POOR NATURE'S SIGHS; NEW TRUTH, AS CHILD BRINGS LOVE, COMES NOT IN VAIN, THE SHADOWS. Little White Lily Is happy again." Unspoken [GEORGE MACDONALD, LL.D., author of " Within and Without," TO US A HIGHER HOPE IS BORN-WE REST IN THAT WE RISE."-MACDONALD. BUT BRINGS THE NEW FAITH FRESH FROM OUT the deep."— MACDONALD. "THAT MAN HATH NEITHER EYE NOR EAR WHO CARETH NOT FOR HUMAN MOAN."-MACDONALD. "TIS GOD WHO BRINGETH LIFE FROM OUT DECAYS, THE FIGHTING TEMER AIRE. 315 How oft, before the vapours break, In our dim-lighted rooms we take The shadows, Lord, for thee! For thee, O Lord, the Light. [GEORGE MACDONALD. THE FIGHTING TEMERAIRE. TUGGED TO HER LAST BERTH IN PORTSMOUTH HARBOUR. IT is a glorious tale to tell, When nights are long and mirk, How well she fought our fight; how well She did our England's work. Our good ship Temeraire; The fighting Temeraire ! She goeth to her last long home, Bravely over the breezy blue, Round her the glory fell in flood, When, raked with fire, she ran with blood, In England's hour of trial! * This refrain, or "burden," is repeated at the end of each verse. יי LIGHT OUT OF DARKNESS, SNOWDROPS FROM THE EARTH. -MACDONALD. "WE KNOW NO MORE THE THINGS WE NEED THAN CHILD TO CHOOSE HIS FOOD."-MACDONALD. "EVERY FLOWER THAT TO THE SUN ITS HEAVING BREAST EXPANDS IS BORN OF LOVE."-REGINALD HEBER. STRANGE GLORY STREAMS THROUGH LIFE'S WILD RENTS."-MASSEY. And when our darling of the sea Struck down his foe-a wreck ! And Death had stilled the storm, Her day now draweth to its close, No more the big heart in her breast She glideth to her grave. In her dumb pathos desolate Good-bye! good-bye! old Temeraire ; A sad, a proud good-bye! Through battle blast, and storm of shot, Your banner we shall bear; And fight for it, like those who fought Your guns, old Temeraire ! [GERALD MASSEY, born 1828, one of our self-taught poets, and the author of "The Ballad of Babe Christabel," "Craigcrook Castle," "Havelock's March," and of a very able work on "Shakspeare's Sonnets."] "GOD'S ICHOR FILLS THE HEARTS THAT BLEED."-GERALD MASSEY. “IN THIS DIM World of cloudinG CARES WE HARDLY KNOW THE ANGELS WITH US UNAWARES."-MASSEY |