We look into each other's eyes, 'And how long will you love us?' The eyes grow dim with prophecy, The voices, low and breathless,— 'Till death us part!'-O words, to be Our best, for love the deathless! Be pitiful, O God! IX. We tremble by the harmless bed To see a light upon such brows, X. Be pitiful, O God! The happy children come to us, And look up in our faces; They ask us-'Was it thus, and thus, We cannot speak ;-we see anew The hilis we used to live in, And feel our mother's smile press through The kisses she is giving. Be pitiful, O God! XI. We pray together at the kirk The corpse is calm below our knee, Between them, worse than either, we- Be pitiful, O God! XII. We leave the communing of men, The murmur of the passions, And live alone, to live again With endless generations: Are we so brave ?—The sea and sky And, glassed therein, our spirits high Recoil from their own terrors. Be pitiful, O God! XIII. We sit on hills our childhood wist, Woods, hamlets, streams, beholding: The sun strikes through the farthest mist The city's spire to golden: The city's golden spire it was, When hope and health were strongest, But now it is the churchyard grass We look upon the longest. Be pitiful, O God! XIV. And soon all vision waxeth dull; We have no strength for crying: No strength, no need. Then, soul of mine, Look up and triumph ratherLo, in the depth of God's Divine, The Son adjures the Father, BE PITIFUL, O God! A PORTRAIT. 'One name is Elizabeth.'-BEN JONSON, I WILL paint her as I see her. And her face is lily-clear, Lily-shaped, and dropped in duty Oval cheeks encoloured faintly, And a forehead fair and saintly, Face and figure of a child,— Though too calm, you think, and tender, For the childhood you would lend her. Yet child-simple, undefiled, Moving light, as all young things, Only, free from flutterings. Of loud mirth that scorneth measure Choosing pleasures, for the rest, Quiet talk she liketh best, In a bower of gentle looks,- And her voice, it murmurs lowly, And her smile it seems half holy, And if any poet knew her, He would sing of her with falls |