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See-for a couch to their ambrosial limbs
Even as their golden load of splendour presses
Of springing flowers beneath their deep caresses,
Dropping rich balm, round the dark pine-woods curled
Where beauty kisses truth
In heaven's deep heart of youth,
Even as we found thy book, below these rocks
Perchance that strange great eagle's feather lay, When Ganymede, from feeding of his flocks
On Ida, vanished thro' the morning gray:
A dream for which no longer thou hadst need !
Thy soul a swifter road
To ease it of its load
We slept! Darkling we slept! Our busy schemes,
Our cold mechanic world a-while was still ;
Who from the heavenlier Powers with-draw their will:
The quivering wonder-light in flower and dew,
The Naiad from the stream;
While from her long dark dream
And the everlasting miracle of things
Flowed round thee, and this dark earth opposed no bar, And radiant faces from the flowers and springs
Dawned on thee, whispering, Knowest thou whence we are?
Girdled with glowing arms, while wood and glen
For very bliss; but we
Could neither hear nor see;
But there were deeper love-tales for thine ears
Than mellow-tongued Theocritus could tell : Over him like a sea two thousand years
Had swept. They solemnized his music well! Farewell! What word could answer but farewell, From thee, O happy spirit, that couldst steal
So quietly from this world at break of day? What voice of ours could break the silent spell Beauty had cast upon thee, or reveal
The gates of sun and dew
Which oped and let thee through
Yet here thou mad'st thy choice: Love, Wisdom, Power,
As once before young Paris, they stood here !
Shed her bloom earthward thro' the radiant air
The golden apple of the Hesperian isle
Nor Dian's curved white moon,
Gav'st thou the sunset's boon,
Here didst thou make the eternal choice a-right,
Here, in this hallowed haunt of nymph and faun,
The three great splendours of the immortal dawn,
Of their pure beauty like the golden dew
Nor to great Juno's frown
Cast thou the apple down,
Thou from thy soul didst whisper—in that heaven
Which yearns beyond us! Lead me up the height ! How should the golden fruit to one be given
Till your three splendours in that Sun unite Where each in each ye move like light in light? How should I judge the rapture till I know
The pain? And like three waves of music there They closed thee round, blinding thy blissful sight With beauty and, like one roseate orb a-glow,
They bore thee on their breasts
Up the sun-smitten crests
Upward and onward, ever as ye went
The cities of the world nestled beneath Closer, as if in love, round Ida, blent
With alien hills in one great bridal-wreath Of dawn-flushed clouds; while, breathing with your breath, New heavens mixed with your mounting bliss. Deep eyes,
Beautiful eyes, imbrued with the world's tears Dawned on you, beautiful gleams of Love and Death Flowed thro' your questioning with divine replies
From that ineffable height
Dark with excess of light
For thou hadst seen what tears upon man's face
Bled from the heart or burned from out the brain, And not denied or cursed, but couldst embrace
Infinite sweetness in the heart of pain,
All our slight dreams of heaven are singing still,
Sky into deepening sky
Melts with that one great cry;
I gather all the ages in my song
And send them singing up the heights to thee!
Their passionate echoes to Eternity:
Grief modulates into heaven, hate drowns in love,
Chords that I not command
Escape the fainting hand; Tears fall. Thou canst not hear. Thou’rt still too far above.
Farewell! What word should answer but farewell
From thee, O happy spirit, whose clear gaze Discerned the path-olear, but unsearchable
Where Olivet sweetens, deepens, Ida's praise,
Where our commingling gleams of god-head dwell;
Wisdom and Beauty still
Haunt the thrice-holy hill, And Love, immortal Love what answer but farewell ?
NINETY DAYS' LEAVE-NOWHERE.
Soon after I returned home vants, our light kit, and our on leave last
I ran across dogs into a couple of coman old friend in the town near partments and steamed out of which I was staying.
His he cantonment station in a Christian name is Wisdom, downpour of unseasonable rain, and, after a long and useful and in equally unseasonablelife's work, he is spending the though welcome-coolness. autumn of his days in a Foun- Our destination was a littledation, built and endowed by known country far away in an Archbishop, housed in a the interior of the Himalayas, noble pile of brick, and in- whose name and whereabouts habited by a score of old I shall withhold till I succeed gownsmen” like himself. To in reaching it, for the followbelong to this Hospital implies ing chronicle is one of unsucthat a member is not only of cessful endeavour and of ultilocal birth but of irreproach- mate failure. able character, and to be Away up through the plains nominated to fill a vacancy is of the Punjab we rolled that & source of pride and con- night, and early next morning gratulation to the recipient arrived at the terminus of the and his relatives.
line, and exchanged steam for
horse - flesh,-horse-flesh of an Wisdom shook me kindly by emaciated but wiry type, that the hand, and, in answer to did not realise how innutritious my inquiries after his health, was the hill grass on which it replied, “I'm just 'NOHOW,' had to sustain life, but did sir,—just "NOHOW'"; and it realise that, though it was all struck me then and there that, collar - work, the sooner the had I possessed his power of stage was covered the sooner terge speech, I might have would
rest. Eighty saved myself, and my hearers, miles in & tonga brought us many long - winded explana- to P
explana- to P, and we drove up to tions as to where I had been the Dak Bungalow,—not dustduring my last shooting trip smothered as usual, but coated by saying — "Just Nowhere, with mud, for the rain had sir, -just NOWHERE.” But accompanied us. ‘'
The bunthough too late for that, I can galow Khansamah promised still paraphrase friend Wisdom us tea in five minutes, but and call this little story “A before it appeared an English trip to Nowhere," or something lady came out and told us that of that sort.
& case of smallpox had been
discovered among her servants On the 15th April a brother that day, and that orders had officer named Addington and accordingly been sent by the I paoked ourselves, our ser- Local Civil Authority for the