no less Than bliss of beauty, passionately Through rush of tears that leaves the landscape dim,— "Who dares," I say, world be sad ? " II. NIGHT. sink aspirations viewless As yon cloud-blotted hills: hopes that shone bright "in such a As planets yester-eve, like them to I PRESS my cheek against the window-pane, And gaze abroad into the blank, black space night Are gulfed, the impenetrable mists before: "O weary world!" I cry, "how dare I think Thou hast for me one gleam of gladness more ?" When the wild turmoil of this weari- O'er the brown karroo, where the some life, With its scenes of oppression, corruption, and strife The proud man's frown, and the base man's fear The scorner's laugh, and the sufferer's tearAnd malice, and meanness, and falsehool and folly, Dispose me to musing and dark melancholy; When my bosom is full, and my Where sedgy pool, nor bubbling fount, Nor tree, nor cloud, nor misty mount, Appears, to refresh the aching eye; But the barren earth and the burning sky, [round, And the blank horizon, round and Spread void of living sight or sound. And the stars turn bright in the midnight sky, As I sit apart by the desert stone, Like Elijah at Horeb's cave, alone, A still small voice" comes through the wild (Like a father consoling his fretful child), Which banishes bitterness, wrath, and fear, And here, while the night-winds Saying - Man is distant, but God is round me sigh, near! ad разо ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER. ONE BY ONE. ONE by one the sands are flowing, One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each, Learn thou first what these can One by one (bright gifts from Heav- Joys are sent thee here below; What looks to thy dim eyes a stain, Where thou wouldst only faint and The look, the air, that frets thy sight, And cast thee shuddering on thy face! The fall thou darest to despise, May be the angel's slackened hand One by one thy griefs shall meet Or, trusting less to earthly things, thee. Do not fear an armed band; Do not look at life's long sorrow; Every hour that fleets so slowly Do not linger with regretting, Hours are golden links, God's token, JUDGE NOT. JUDGE not; the workings of his brain see; May henceforth learn to use his And judge none lost; but wait and |