WHAT JUBAL SAW. 15 H' WHAT JUBAL SAW. E took a raft, and travelled with the stream Southward for many a league, till he might deem He saw at last the pillars of the sky, Beholding mountains whose white majesty Rushed through him as new awe, and made new song That swept with fuller wave the chords along, And ever as he travelled he would climb The farthest mountain; yet the heavenly chime, To give me footing, but, instead, this main Like myriad maddened horses thundering o'er the plain." George Eliot. C THE SEA-LIMITS. 'ONSIDER the sea's listless chime : Time's self it is made audibleThe murmur of the earth's own shell. Secret continuance sublime Is the sea's end. Our sight may pass No furlong further. Since time was, This sound hath told the lapse of time. No quiet which is death's-it hath Lost utterly, the whole sky stands Listen alone beside the sea, Listen alone among the woods ; Shall have one sound alike to thee. Hark where the murmurs of thronged men Surge and sink back and surge again,— Still the one voice of wave and tree. Gather a shell from the strewn beach, THE FISHER-BOY. The echo of the whole sea's speech. D. G. Rossetti. 17 THE FISHER-BOY. Y life is like a stroll upon the beach, My is As near the ocean's edge as I can go : My tardy steps its waves sometimes o'erreach; Sometimes I stay to let them overflow. My sole employment is, and scrupulous care, I have but few companions on the shore : The middle sea contains no crimson dulse; Go "THE HILLS OF THE LORD." OD ploughed one day with an earthquake, The huddling plains upstarted, But that is the mountains' secret Are the dream-words of their rest. He hath made them the haunt of beauty, He spreadeth His mornings on them ; His thunders tread in music His winds bring messages to them- Green tribes from far come trooping, PARTING AT MORNING. They are nurseries for young rivers, Masterful, free, and proud. The people of tirèd cities Come up to their shrines and pray ; And lo! I have caught their secret, Are but God ploughing His mountains : W. C. Gannett. 19 R PARTING AT MORNING. OUND the cape of a sudden came the sea, And the sun looked over the mountain's rim, And straight was a path of gold for him, And the need of a world of men for me. R. Browning. |