Soft scents eternal, love's undying dews. And He who bore the man's heart from earth's wave To Heaven's calm shore that He might sweetly save, Cannot but pity as our wail renews. Fragrant eternally were the eternal rose, III. Prayer is not eloquence nor measured tone * The son forlorn forgetteth half his prayer. Babes have no words, but only weep or e'er And David's upward glance from the earth's snow *Luke xv. 18, 19, compared with ver. 21. † Psalm v. 3. THE PRINCESS ALICE. I. CHILD, with the soft hymn by a father's bed The morning dawn'd for those delighted eyes ;— Is there aught better, aught that angels care Than lives thus delicate, thus supremely fair: Twice beautified-twice crown'd by birth and fate? II. Sweet watcher by the wounded,—undefiled But difficult lesson Charity can unfold,Calm honest thinker, gently overbold, Who for a little trod the glacial road Of doubt, but found it more than doubly sweet After the silence of the awful space, After the absence of Christ's living face, To clasp with her cut hands the bleeding feet. More beauty than in beauty's self may be In thought-won faith and grief, as angels see. III. The brightness and the shadow finely blent, But with a wondrous look of vanish'd sin, Souls that have fought their way to full content. In letters from a land that sunshine fills. 1879. TWO SONNETS FROM THE OLD TESTAMENT. I. "Hold not Thy peace at my tears." WHAT is the saddest sweetest lowest sound The delicate whisper sometimes in the hot By slumber, near his house a murmuring river Buzzing and droning o'er the stones for ever. Not such faint voice of Autumn oat-encrown'd, And not such liquid murmur, O my heart! But tears that drop o'er graves, and sins, and fears, A sound the very weeper scarcely hears, A music in which silence hath some part. O Thou, all gentle, who all-hearing art, Hold not thy peace, sweet Saviour, at my tears. II. "And the coast descended unto the river Kanah (brook of reeds), southwards." (Joshua xvii. 9.) THE Coast descended to the brook of reeds, Do those old reeds within thy channel quiver, And do their mottled lances slant as ever? Do they outlive man's strength—God's weakest things, |