Out clanged the Ave Mary bells, And to my heart this message came: Each clamorous throat among them tells What strong-souled martyrs died in flame To make it possible that thou Shouldst here with brother sinners bow. Thoughts that great hearts once broke for, we Breathe cheaply in the common air; The dust we trample heedlessly Throbbed once in saints and heroes rare, Who perished, opening for their race New pathways to the commonplace. Henceforth, when rings the health to those Who live in story and in song, O nameless dead, that now repose, Safe in Oblivion's chambers strong, WITHOUT AND WITHIN My coachman, in the moonlight there, Looks through the side-light of the door; And I his quiet! - past a doubt I hear him with his brethren 'T would still be one man bored The figure of a woman veiled, that Old loves, old aspirations, and old said, dreams, 'My name is Duty, turn and fol- More beautiful for being old and Too soon will show, like nests on Suddenly shrank the hand; sud Thither the singing birds no more 'Save me!' it thrilled; 'oh, hide Nor only that, but, so it seemed, I would have fled, I would have shook out 30 All memory too, and all the moonlit past, followed back That pleasant path we came, but all was changed; Rocky the way, abrupt, and hard 'I cannot look,' I groaned, 'at only these ; to find: Yet I toiled on, and, toiling on, I The heart grows hardened with thought, 'That way lies Youth, and Wis dom, and all Good; For only by unlearning Wisdom comes perpetual wont, And palters with a feigned neces sity, Bargaining with itself to be content; And climbing backward to diviner Let me behold thy face.' 60 Youth; The Form replied: What the world teaches profits to 'Men follow Duty, never overthe world, take; What the soul teaches profits to Duty nor lifts her veil nor looks the soul, behind.' Which then first stands erect with But, as she spake, a loosened lock Godward face, of hair When she lets fall her pack of Slipped from beneath her hood, and I, who looked withered facts, The gleanings of the outward eye To see it gray and thin, saw amplest gold; 90 and ear, And looks and listens with her Not that dull metal dug from sordid earth, finer sense; Nor Truth nor Knowledge cometh But such as the retiring sunset Stood forth and beckoned, and I followed now: Down to no bower of roses led the path, But through the streets of towns where chattering Cold Hewed wood for fires whose glow was owned and fenced, Where Nakedness wove garments of warm wool Faithless and faint of heart,' the voice returned, Thou seest no beauty save thou make it first; Man, Woman, Nature each is but a glass 100 Not for itself; — or through the Where the soul sees the image of fields it led Where idleness enforced saw idle But, since thou need'st assurance lands, of how soon, Leagues of unpeopled soil, the Wait till that angel comes who common earth, Walled round with paper against The reconciler, he who lifts the opens all, veil, The reuniter, the rest - bringer, I have nothing 't would pain me NINE years have slipt like hourglass sand From life's still - emptying globe away, And I beheld no face of matron Since last, dear friend, I clasped stern, your hand, But that enchantment I had fol- And stood upon the impoverished lowed erst, land, Only more fair, more clear to eye Watching the steamer down the I held the token which you gave, She smiled, and 'Which is fairer,' While slowly the smoke-pennon said her eyes, 'The hag's unreal Florimel or mine ?' curled O'er the vague rim 'tween sky and wave, And shut the distance like a When I could not sleep for the While you, where beckoning bil |