TOUCH US GENTLY, TIME!

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"LIKE MOUNTAIN-RANGES OVERPAST."

E

NOUGH that blessings undeserved

Have marked my erring track ;-
That wheresoe'er my feet have swerved,

His chastening turned me back ;—

That more and more a Providence
Of love is understood,

Making the springs of time and sense
Sweet with eternal good ;-

That care and trial seem at last,
Through Memory's sunset air,
Like mountain-ranges overpast,
In purple distance fair ;—

And so the shadows fall apart,
And so the west winds play;
And all the windows of my heart
I open to the day.

J. G. Whittier.

Gently,

—as we sometimes glide

Through a quiet dream!

Humble voyagers are We,

Husband, wife, and children three.

Touch us gently, Time !

We've not proud nor soaring wings :
Our ambition, our content,

Lies in simple things.
Humble voyagers are We,
O'er Life's dim unsounded sea,
Seeking only some calm clime :
Touch us gently, gentle Time !

B. W. Procter.

WANDERER'S NIGHT SONG.

U

EBER allen Gipfeln

Ist Ruh,

In allen Wipfeln

Spürest du

Kaum einen Hauch;

Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde :

Warte nur,

balde

Ruhest du auch.

TRANSLATION.

'ER all the hill-tops

Is quiet now,

In all the tree-tops

Hearest thou

Hardly a breath;

The birds are asleep in the trees:

Wait; soon like these

Thou, too, shalt rest.

Goethe.

Longfellow.

Clough, Arthur Hugh, 40, 44, 132, Hogg, James, 129.

Coleridge, Samuel Taylor, 131, Hunt, Leigh, 159.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

Across the narrow beach we flit.

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Above the sea and sea-washed town we dwelt

109

Across a thousand leagues of land.

II

61

Can it be women that walk in the sea-mist under the cliffs there

Cliffs and downs and headlands which the forward hasting

Come back, come back, across the flying foam.

Come, dear children, let us away

146

49

166

129

120

194

198

93

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135

129

102

68

174

186

69

110

44

75