You say, but with no touch of scorn, ALFRED TENNYSON. Sweet-hearted, you, whose light-blue eyes Are tender over drowning flies,You tell me donbt is, Devil-born. I know not: one indeed I knew In many a subtile question versed, Who touched a jarring lyre at first, But ever strove to make it true: Perplexed in faith, but pure in deeds, At last he beat his music out. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds. That which we dare invoke to bless; If e'er, when faith had fallen asleep, I heard a voice, "Believe no more," And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the Godless deep; 687 My love involves the love before; My love is vaster passion now; Though mixed with God and Nature thou, I seem to love thee more and more. Far off thou art, but ever nigh; TEARS, IDLE TEARS. FROM "THE PRINCESS." Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean; Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; Dear as remembered kisses after death, FROM "THE GOLDEN YEAR." We sleep and wake and sleep, but all things move; Ah, though the times when some new thought can bud Are but as poets' seasons when they flower, When wealth no more shall rest in mounded heaps, In many streams to fatten lower lands, Shall eagles not be eagles? wreus be wrens? Fly, happy, happy sails, and bear the PressFly, happy with the mission of the Cross; Knit land to land, and, blowing havenward, With silks, and fruits, and spices, clear of toll, Enrich the markets of the golden year. But we grow old. Ah, when shall all men's good James Handasyd Perkins. AMERICAN. Perkins (1810-1849), a native of Boston, was bred to mercantile pursuits, but not finding them congenial, went to Cincinnati and studied law. This he forsook for literature, edited various publications, and contributed to reviews and magazines. He finally accepted the office of minister-at-large in Cincinnati, and gave a practical direction to the charities of the city. He was the first President of the Cincinnati Historical Society (1844). Of a highly sensitive temperament, he was thrown into a state of nervous agitation by the supposed loss of his children, and, while thus depressed, leaped from a ferryboat into the river, and was drowned. ON LAKE MICHIGAN. Sink to my heart, bright evening skies! And ye, soft-footed stars,-that come To make this world awhile your home, With your calm tones of beauty, And to my darkened mind make clear My errors and my duty. JAMES HANDASYD PERKINS.-THEODORE PARKER. Sink to my heart, sweet evening skies! Teach to my heart of hearts the truth, Unknown, though known so well, That in each feeling, act, and thought God works by miracle. And ye, soft-footed stars, that come So quietly at even, Teach me to use this world, my home, So as to make it heaven! THE UPRIGHT SOUL. Late to our town there came a maid, A noble woman, true and pure, Who in the little while she stayed Wrought works that shall endure. It was not anything she said It was not anything she did: It was the movement of her head,The lifting of her lid; Her little motions when she spoke,The presence of an upright soul,The living light that from her broke,— It was the perfect whole! We saw it in her floating hair, We saw it in her laughing eye; For every look and feature there Wrought works that cannot die. For she to many spirits gave A reverence for the true, the pure, The perfect, that has power to save, And make the doubting sure. She passed-she went to other lands, She knew not of the work she did; The wondrous product of her hands From her is ever hid. Forever, did I say? Oh, no! The time must come when she will look Upon her pilgrimage below; And find it in God's book, That, as she trod her path aright, Power from her very garments stole; For such is the mysterious might God grants the upright soul. A deed, a word, our careless rest, Go, maiden, with thy golden tresses, Thine azure eye and changing cheek, Go, and forget the one who blesses Thy presence through the week; Forget him he will not forget, But strive to live and testify Thy goodness, when Earth's sun has set, And Time itself rolled by. Theodore Parker. AMERICAN. 689 Known rather as a preacher than a poct, Parker (18101860) gave evidence of rich poetic sensibility not only in his discourses but in some few poems that he left. He was a native of Lexington, Mass., passed a year at Harvard College, and entered the Cambridge Divinity School in 1834. He was a great linguist, an ardent reformer, and one of the most eloquent of the advocates of a simple theism in religion. His large collection of books-over 13,000 volumes-was given by him to the Boston Public Library. THREE SONNETS. I. THE WAY, THE TRUTH, THE LIFE. O Thou great Friend to all the sons of men, Yet hoping ever for the perfect day. Yes, thou art still the life; thou art the way II. THE SAVIOUR'S GOSPEL. O Brother, who for us didst meekly wear What gospel from the Father didst thou bear, III. THE HIGHER GOOD. Father, I will not ask for wealth or fame, sense: I shudder not to bear a hated name, HYMN. In darker days and nights of storm, Men knew thee but to fear thy form; And in the reddest lightning saw Thine arm avenge insulted law. In brighter days we read thy love In flowers beneath, in stars above; And in the track of every storm Behold thy beauty's rainbow form. And in the reddest lightning's path See, from on high sweet influence rains Willis Gaylord Clark. AMERICAN. Clark (1810-1841) was regarded as quite a poetical celebrity in his day. He was twin brother of Lewis Gaylord Clark, editor for nearly thirty years of the Knickerbocker Magazine, and who died in 1873—a delightful companion and amiable man, whose specialty was a quick, discriminating humor, rising often into wit. They were born at Otisco, N. Y. Willis settled in Philadelphia, where he edited the Gazette, and wrote poems, a complete edition of which was published in New York in 1847. He also contributed a series of literary miscellanies, under the title of " Ollapodiana," to his brother's magazine. These were collected into a volume, and published in 1844. "THEY THAT SEEK ME EARLY SHALL FIND ME." Come, while the blossoms of thy years are brightest, Thou youthful wanderer in a flowery maze; Come, while the restless heart is bounding lightest, And joy's pure sunbeam trembles in thy ways; Come, while sweet thoughts, like summer buds unfolding, Waken rich feelings in the careless breast; While yet thy hand, the ephemeral wreath is holding, Come and secure interminable rest. Soon will the freshness of thy days be over, Come, while the morning of thy life is glowing, That lights the future with a fadeless ray; Come, touch the sceptre-win a hope in HeavenAnd turn thy spirit from this world away. Then will the shadows of this brief existence JAMES ALDRICH.-MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER.-ROBERT MILLER. 691 James Aldrich. AMERICAN. Aldrich (1810-1856) was a native of Suffolk County, N. Y. He engaged early in mercantile pursuits, but left them for literature, and was employed as a writer for various periodicals. Gentle, amiable, and refined, he was much esteemed socially, as well as for his delicate wit and keen sense of humor. In the United States alone the sale of the first two series reached five hundred thousand copies. Suddenly the wind shifted, and Tupper was as unjustly depreciated as he had been praised. He became the butt of the newspapers, English and American. He made two visits to the United States. W. C. Bryant, the poet, stood his firm friend to the last. We give one of the best of the passages we find in "Proverbial Philosophy." A DEATH-BED. Her suffering ended with the day, And breathed the long, long night away, But when the sun in all his state She passed through Glory's morning-gate, TO ONE FAR AWAY. Swifter far than swallow's flight Homeward o'er the twilight lea, Swifter than the morning light, Flashing o'er the pathless sea,— Dearest in the lonely night, Memory flies away to thee! Stronger far than is desire, Firm as truth itself can be, Deeper than earth's central fire, Boundless as the circling sea,— Yet as mute as broken lyre Is my love, dear wife, for thee! Sweeter far than miser's gain, Or than note of fame can be Unto one who long in vain Treads the path of chivalry, Are my dreams, in which again My foud arms encircle thee! Martin Farquhar Tupper. Tupper was born in London in 1810, and had a collegiate education at Oxford. He tried the law, but gave it up for literature. He wrote "Proverbial Philosophy," which first appeared in 1838; but supplements to it appeared in 1842 and 1867. Its success was remarkable. CARPE DIEM. Oh, bright presence of To-day, let me wrestle with thee, gracious angel! I will not let thee go except thou bless me; bless me, then, To-day! Oh, sweet garden of To-day, let me gather of thee, precious Eden; I have stolen bitter knowledge, give me fruits of life To-day. Oh, true temple of To-day, let me worship in thee, glorious Zion; I find none other place nor time than where I am To-day. Oh, living rescue of To-day, let me run into thee, ark of refuge; I see none other hope nor chance, but standeth in To-day. Oh, rich banquet of To-day, let me feast upon thee, saving manna! I have none other food nor store but daily bread To-day. Robert Miller. A native of Glasgow, Scotland, and educated for the legal profession, Miller (1810-1834) contributed verses to the periodicals, but did not live to collect them into a volume. He did not reach the age of twenty-five. WHERE ARE THEY? The loved of early days, Where are they?—where? Not on the shining braes, The mountains bare;Not where the regal streams Their foam-bells castWhere childhood's time of dreams And sunshine passed: Some in the mart, and some In stately halls, Of ancient walls; |