t ! all is said  a word.

    I sit beneathy looks, as children do

    In t tremble through

    their happy eyelids from an unaverred

    Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred

    In t last doubt ! and yet I cannot rue

    And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.

    Of his ?

    Into the music of heavens undefiled,

    through my obedience. hen I answer now,

    it serenely interpose:

    Brood dohy divine sufficiencies

    th

    t time t th

    And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.

    to slacken all too soon

    Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change ?

    Quick-loving s, I t, may quickly loathe;

    And, looking on myself, I seemed not one

    For suc-of-tune

    orn viol, a good singer h

    to spoil ce,

    Is laid do t ill-sounding note.

    to conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove;

    Lo, the same,

    From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled,

    Alas, I o love.

    And be all to me ? Shall I never miss

    Yes, call me by my pet-name ! let me hear

    to run at, when a child,

    ts hose,

    to glance up in some face t proved me dear

    its eyes. I miss the clear

    Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled

    alk and blessing and the common kiss

    Call me no longer. Silence on the bier,

    t, but t wo

    Be o te.

    Gato complete th,

    t s . If to conquer love, ried,

    Like callo desert to the skies.

    it,  .

    it, I said, Ill anshee

    A  strains may float

    thou dovelike help ! and, when my fears would rise,

    Perplexed and ruffled by lifes strategy ?

    old ily

    I dropped my flowers or brake off from a game,

    to run and ans came

    At play last moment, and  on h me

    to love me, I looked foro the moon

    I drop a grave t, break from solitude;

    Yet still my  goes to thee--ponder how--

    Not as to a single good, but all my good !

    Lay t, best one, and allow

    t no c could run fast as this blood.

    n te.

    XXXV

    If I leave all for t thou exchange

    S stand unministered

    Neater-ruments defaced,--

    t comes to eacurn, nor count it strange,

    o drop on a new range

    As t call me by my name--

    Nay,  t place by me which is

    I did not  I placed

    Yes, call me by t name,--and I, in truth,

    For grief indeed is love and grief beside.

    Yet love me-- t wide,

    And fold  hy dove.