Those temple rites, not meet to be profaned, Owen Seaman. Sidera Cadentia HEN one of the old, little stars doth fall from its place, W The eye, Glimpsing aloft must sadden to see that its space In the sky Is darker, lacking a spot of its ancient,' shimmering grace, And sadder, a little, for loss of the glimmer on high. Very remote, a glitter, a mote far away, is your star, But its glint being gone from the place where it shone The night's somewhat grimmer and something is gone Out of the comforting quiet of things as they are. A shock, A change in the beat of the clock; And the ultimate change that we fear feels a little less Ford Madox Hueffer. far. "I too will something make And joy in the making; The Tie of Brotherhood O sing the nation's song or do the deed Is joy to him whose joy is working well Is goal and guerdon too, though never fame Yea, goal and guerdon too, though Scorn should aim But if the fates withhold the joy from me Him will I hail as my more noble brother- Theodore Watts-Dunton. The True Patriotism HE ever-lustrous name of patriot To no man be denied because he saw Where, on her whiteness, the unseemly blot. |