THE COLUMBINE.

STILL, still my eye will gaze long fixed on thee, Till I forget that I am calleḍ a man,

And at thy side fast-rooted seem to be,

And the breeze comes my cheek with thine to fan.
Upon this craggy hill our life shall pass,
A life of summer days and summer joys,
Nodding our honey-bells mid pliant grass
In which the bee half hid his time employs;
And here we'll drink with thirsty pores the rain,
And turn dew-sprinkled to the rising sun,
And look when in the flaming west again
His orb across the heaven its path has run;
Here left in darkness on the rocky steep,

My weary eyes shall close like folding flowers in

sleep.

THE NEW BIRTH.

"Tis a new life;

thoughts move not as they did With slow uncertain steps across my mind, In thronging haste fast pressing on they bid The portals open to the viewless wind

That comes not save when in the dust is laid

The crown of pride that gilds each mortal brow,
And from before man's vision melting fade

The heavens and earth; their walls are falling

now.

Fast crowding on, each thought asks utterance strong; Storm-lifted waves swift rushing to the shore,

On from the sea they send their shouts along,

Back through the cave-worn rocks their thunders

roar;

And I a child of God by Christ made free
Start from death's slumbers to Eternity.

THE SON.

FATHER I wait thy word. The sun doth stand
Beneath the mingling line of night and day,
A listening servant, waiting thy command
To roll rejoicing on its silent way;

The tongue of time abides the appointed hour,
Till on our ear its solemn warnings fall;
The heavy cloud withholds the pelting shower,
Then every drop speeds onward at thy call;
The bird reposes on the yielding bough,
With breast unswollen by the tide of song,
So does my spirit wait thy presence now
To pour thy praise in quickening life along,
Chiding with voice divine man's lengthened sleep,
While round the Unuttered Word and Love their
vigils keep.

IN HIM WE LIVE.

FATHER! I bless thy name that I do live, And in each motion am made rich with thee, That when a glance is all that I can give, It is a kingdom's wealth if I but see; This stately body cannot move, save I Will to its nobleness my little bring; My voice its measured cadence will not try, Save I with every note consent to sing; I cannot raise my hands to hurt or bless, But I with every action must conspire ; To show me there how little I possess, And yet that little more than I desire; May each new act my new allegiance prove, Till in thy perfect love I ever live and move.

ENOCH.

I LOOKED to find a man who walked with God,
Like the translated patriarch of old;

Though gladdened millions on his footstool trod,
Yet none with him did such sweet converse hold;
I heard the wind in low complaint go by

That none its melodies like him could hear;
Day unto day spoke wisdom from on high,

Yet none like David turned a willing ear;
God walked alone unhonored through the earth;
For him no heart-built temple open stood,
The soul forgetful of her nobler birth

Had hewn him lofty shrines of stone and wood,
And left unfinished and in ruins still

The only temple he delights to fill.

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