Thioga 11amele.as! which, in paaaing eo,
Do stl'ike ua with a subtle grace.
We My," ~o paaeee 1"-they af'e dumb;
We cannot see them go or come;
Their tooobet1 f&lleofl;..-.oolct-·now
Upon a blind mao's faoe.Yet, touching eo, they draw 11.boTe
Our common tho~hts to HaaveD41 tmlalc>wn-
Onr daily joy and pa1~ advance
To a diville eignificance,-
Our human love-0 mottallove,
That light ia not ita own!And, aometimea, horror chille our blood
To be so nel\r such myetic Thinga,
And we wrap round ua, for defence,
Our purple manners, moods of sense-
As angela, from the face of God,
Stand hidden in their wings.And, sometimes, through Iiit'e'a heavy IIW'Ound
We grope for them I with strangled· breat'h
We stretch. abroad our hands and try
To reach them in our agony-
And wide14 so, the broad life-wound
Which soon ia l.&rge enough for deat'h.
E. B. BltO'nlliG.HtoB thoughts I
They come and go,
Like the soft breat.hi.nga of a list'ning maiden,
Whi1e round me ilow
The winds, from woode and nelda with gladneSBiaden:
When the ooro's ruatle on the ear dotn com&--
When the eve's beetle eounds itiLdrow&y hum-
When the stars, dew-drops of the summer sky,
Watch over aU with eoft and loving eye.-
While the leavea quinr
By the lone river,
A.nd the IJUiet heart
From deptlul doth o&U
And garnera all-