Touch us gently, Time! We've not proud nor soaring wings : Lies in simple things. 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. Ο 'ER all the hill-tops Is quiet now, In all the tree-tops Hardly a breath; The birds are asleep in the trees: Wait; soon like these Thou, too, shalt rest. Goethe. Longfellow. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Across the narrow beach we flit. A day on the hills!-true king am I A floating, a floating Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me. PAGE Above the sea and sea-washed town we dwelt 109 Across a thousand leagues of land. II 61 46 112. 25 180 146 49 166 129 120 194 198 But the majestic river floated on Canons and rubrics own I none. 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 PAGE Dark brown is the river Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height Come home, come home! and where is home for me For the strength of the hills we bless thee For us no past? nay, what is present sweetness For we the mighty mountain plains have trod. Full many a glorious morning have I seen. Give honor to their memories who left the pleasant strand God give us peace! not such as lulls to sleep. 162 43 136 16 162 109 197 143 21 199 148 II 139 126 168 97 86 166 |