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Πότνια, πότνια νυς,
I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
From the celestial walls !
I felt her presence, by its spell of might,
Stoop o'er me from above ;
As of the one I love.
I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight,
The manifold, soft chimes,
Like some old poet's rhymes.
From the cool cisterns of the midnight air
My spirit drank repose ;
From those deep cisterns flows.
O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear
What man has borne before :
And they complain no more.
Peace ! Peace ! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer !
Descend with broad-winged Alight, The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair,
The best-beloved Night !
A PSALM OF LIFE.
WHAT THE HEART OF TIIE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST,
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
“Life is but an empty dream !” For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
A PSALM OF LIFE.
Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goul ; “ Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act,-act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o'erhead !
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.