GRIEF. TELL you, hopeless grief is passionless; Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight Beat upward to God's throne in loud access Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare Of the absolute Heavens. Deep-hearted man, express Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death Most like a monumental statue set In everlasting watch and moveless woe Till itself crumble to the dust beneath. Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet: If it could weep, it could arise and go. FINITE AND INFINITE. HE wind sounds only in opposing straits, Of wants and oppositions, loves and hates, The flesh rocks round and every breath it sends And rush exultant on the Infinite. COMFORT. PEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet Who art not missed by any that entreat. Speak to me as to Mary at Thy feet! And if no precious gums my hands bestow, In humanest affection-thus, in sooth, To lose the sense of losing. As a child, Till, sinking on her breast, love-reconciled, FUTURITY. ND, O beloved voices, upon which Ye brake off in the middle of that song We sang together softly, to enrich The poor world with the sense of love, and witch The heart out of things evil,-I am strong, Knowing ye are not lost for aye among The hills, with last year's thrush. God keeps a niche In Heaven to hold our idols: and albeit He brake them to our faces and denied That our close kisses should impair their white, I know we shall behold them raised, complete, The dust swept from their beauty,-glorified, New Memnons singing in the great God-light. THE PROSPECT. ETHINKS we do as fretful children do, Leaning their faces on the window-pane To sigh the glass dim with their own breath's stain, And shut the sky and landscape from their view: And thus, alas, since God the Maker drew A mystic separation 'twixt those twain, Thy vision may be clear to watch along |