May it be so!" he sighed. the sun drops, behold!"' "There, And, indeed, whilst he spoke, all the purple and gold In the West had turned ashen, save one fading strip Of light that yet gleam'd from the dark nether lip Of a long reef of clouds; and o'er sullen ravines And ridges the raw damps were hanging white screens Of melancholy mist. "Nunc dimittis!" she said. "O God of the living, whilst yet 'mid the dead And the dying we stand here alive, and thy days ་་་ Returning, admit space for prayer and for praise. In both these confirm us. The helmsman, Eugène, Needs the compass to steer by. Pray always. Again We two part: each to work out Heaven's will you, I trust, In the world's ample witness; and I, as I In secret and silence: you, love, fame await; Me, sorrow and sickness. We meet at one gate When all's over. and wide, The ways they are many ,,』,, And seldom are two ways the same. Side by side May we stand at the same little door when all's done! The ways they are many, the end it is one. He that knocketh shall enter; who asks shall obtain ; And who seeketh he findeth. Eugène !'' quale vet 1 Remember, WILLIAM MORRIS. 1834-1899 THE EVE OF CRÉCY Gold on her head, and gold on her feet, And gold where the hems of her kirtle meet, And a golden girdle round my sweet; ! Ah! quelle est belle La Marguerite. Margaret's maids are fair to see, Margaret's hair falls down to her knee;— Ah! quelle est belle La Marguerite. If I were rich I would kiss her feet, I would kiss the place where the gold hems meet, And the golden girdle round my sweet Ah! quelle est belle La Marguerite. Ah me! I have never touched her hand; When the arrière-ban goes through the land Six basnets under my pennon stand; Ah! quelle est belle La Marguerite. And many an one grins under his hood: Sir Lambert de Bois, with all his men good, Has neither food nor firewood ;?? ます Ah! quelle est belle La Marguerite. / If I were rich I would kiss her feet, Yet even now it is good to think, While my few poor varlets grumble and drinki In my desolate hall where the fires sink,Ah! quelle est belle La Marguerite. Of Margaret sitting glorious there, 190 Ah! quelle est belle La Marguerite. Likewise to-night I make good cheer,. Ah! quelle est belle La Marguerite. For, look you, my horse is good to prance A right fair measure in this war-dance, Before the eyes of Philip of France';Ah! quelle est belle La Marguerite. And sometime it may hap, perdie, And my hall gets painted fair to see- That folks may say Times change by the rood, For Lambert, banneret of the wood, Ah! quelle est belle La Marguerite. And wonderful eyes, too, under the hood Of a damsel of right noble blood: " St. Ives, for Lambert of the wood!- LORD DE TABLEY. 1835-1895 AT THE COUNCIL I stood to-day in that great square of fountains, And heard the cannon of St. Angelo, In many echoes towards the Alban moun tains Boom over Tiber's flow. I saw the nations throng thy burnished spaces, Cathedral of the Universe and Rome; One purpose held those earnest upturned faces Under the golden dome. Tumult of light rolled on that human ocean; Climax of sound replied in organ-storms, And shook those altar Titans into motion Bernini's windy forms. They seemed to toss their giant arms appealing Where Angelo with mighty hand has O striven To paint his angels on an earthly ceiling, Grander than those of heaven. Mid-air among the columns seemed to hover Incense in clouds above the living tide. Whence are these come who tread thy courts, Jehovah, In raiment deep and dyed? We are gathered thine elect among all races; As at God's birth the Magian kings, afar Thy whisper found us in our desert places, Where we beheld Thy star. |