A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

No~ aarro'W'I tit.,._ •

No broke~ bletdiog heart.a call ttw. &but.-

No lilont, Joa.miog, IIJU'eq'Gited lo•-

All, .all ar. •'iafiecl.

o uppy land of lonl

Bv morl&l, fee~ untroci, or eye UD~Ha;

Whene'er I thlak of tl:l.e, tht. 9aagi.Ds lite

Seema like • weuy dream.

w~

fob bota ~bt in fain.

I TBl•K, I feel- but when willlhe

A wake to thought agaiD t

A voice of comfort. &~a wen me,

That God does nought iD •aiD:

He waetea oor dower, nor bird, nor 1~

Nor wind, nor cloud, nor wa•e;

Aod will be waste tho llope which grief

Hath planted in the grAVe t

ELLIO'l'l'.

tgt ~ Jif.t.

How aball I ltnow thee in tho aphore which keepe

The diaem bodied epirita of tho dead,

When all of thee th&t time coald wither aleepe

And periahea among the duet we tread I

For I ah.aJl feel the sting of ceaeeleae pain

If there I meet thy gentle prsence no\;

Nor hev the •oice I love, nor read apin

In thy ee.reneat eyea the tender thought.

Will not thy owu meek heart demand me there f

That heart whoee fondest throba to me were giYe.o.

My name on earth 'WlUJ ever In thy prayer

ShAll it be ba.nish'd from thy tqtae in heava 1

In meadowa fann'd by heaven'• life-breathtog wind,
In the resplendence of that gloriot11 ephere
And larger movement. of the unfetter'd mind,
Wilt thou forget the love that join'd 111 here l