expressed in the "Advertisement" to the "Christian Year," is distinct and unwavering. It does not follow that it should appear with equal clearness in every poem he wrote. Not one, however, but has what may be called a religious note, and how happily this is expressed will be seen in "May Garlands," a poem quoted by Dean Stanley in illustration of his position that Keble was a secular poet. With these lines this brief notice of Keble must conclude, and with them also I must close a volume which, if it be the means of making poetry more dear to the reader, will serve also to make life more beautiful. 66 Come, ye little revellers gay, "Bring me now a crown as gay, Wreathed and woven yesterday. Where are now those forms so fair?- Feeling nought of earth or sky, Shower or dew, behold they lie, Vernal airs no more to know:- "Hearken, children of the May, But was nursed by weeping skies. Her green robe o'er you shall fling, How should else Earth's flowerets prove |