finer in poetic quality. They have some of the elements of imaginative vision, lucid diction, musical expression, without which a poem cannot be, in any sense, a masterpiece. No collection of poetry would be complete, as a reflection of human life, which did not find a place for at least a few of these lofty and tranquil verses which breathe man's longing and his love toward the Highest, the Holiest, the Eternal. HENRY VAN DYKE. DEATH THE LEVELLER From The Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in their dust. 1659. 8 16 24 James Shirley. FRIENDS DEPARTED THEY are all gone into the world of light! And my sad thoughts doth clear. It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, I see them walking in an air of glory, Whose light doth trample on my days: My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays. O holy Hope! and high Humility, High as the heavens above! These are your walks, and you have show'd them me, To kindle my cold love. Dear, beauteous Death! the jewel of the Just, Could man outlook that mark! 8 12 16 20 |