XI. Love me, sweet friends, this sabbath day. roll Afar the hymn unaltered, XII. And though this sabbath comes to me And chanting congregation, God's Spirit shall give comfort. HE Who brooded soft on waters drear, XIII. He shall assist me to look higher, Where keep the saints, with harp and song, And, on that sea commixed with fire, A FLOWER IN A LETTER. My lonely chamber next the sea, By summer's earliest duty; II. A thousand flowers-each seem- That learnt, by gazing on the sun, anew A glory... in declining III. Red roses, used to praises long, The nightingale's being over: Of dreamer turned to lover. IV. Deep violets you liken to Without a thought disloyal: And still appear as royal. Ye weep for those who weep?— she said Ah, fools!-I bid you pass them by; How calmly, calmly, smile the Go, weep for those whose hearts Dead, Who do not, therefore, grieve! The yea of Heaven is yea, she said. have bled, What time their eyes were dry! Whom sadder can I say?-she said. CALLS ON THE HEART. I. FREE Heart, that singest to-day, Where the tamer, thine own, will bind, Free hearts are better so." II. The world, thou hast heard it told, And the pieces stick to the hand. The world goes riding it fair and grand, While the truth is bought and sold! World-voices east, world-voices west, They call thee, Heart, from thine early rest, "Come hither, come hither and be our guest." Heart, wilt thou go? -"No, no! Good hearts are calmer so." III. Who calleth thee, Heart? World's Strife, With a golden heft to his knife : Which rustles most as the leaves turn brown- Calm hearts are wiser so." IV. Hast heard that Proserpina To think how the sun shone yesterday? She wept for the roses of earth, which fell From her lap when the wild car drave to hell. Heart, wilt thou go? -"No, no! Wise hearts are warmer so." V. And what is this place not seen, Singing sweeter songs than are guessed by one." |