POETRY.

Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2599, 5 August 1882, Page 3

POETRY.

MODERN SONGS. I.—Smbit. In spite of all that we have learned and done For the strong hearts and minds of men, in spite Of thought and wisdom, and the sharpened sight Of knowledge which has rifled earth and sun— There is a power within our lives which cone Can deeply fathom nor define aright A power distinct from sense, like dark from light— A spirit that we can neither see nor shun. It is a breath of fire, a quickening thing Hidden amidst the conscious flesh and brain Like a sweet odor in a folded rose— It thrills the blood as music thrills the spring, And through the toil of living and the pain Like something that is still immortal glows, lI.—StTPBBSTITXON. Like the black shadows of some ancient power— Some vast and formless horror, given to be A tyrant to our weak credulity, Spawned on the sad world in an evil hour. That demon, Superstition, with its dower Of suffering, death, and ghastly prophecy, Haunts us who hate and curse it and are free, Who love the truth as sunlight loves a 1 ,wer. It broods above the strong and starry mind, And seeks with weird devices to affright The spirit which moves us with a noble hope. It rouses all the dead past, and we find Its spectral memories in the lunar night, Like dreams of witches, dangling by a rope, lll.—Manhood. There is one thing most beautifnl in man— A high and dauntless manhood ; this alone Is more than all the glory of a throne, More than the might of nation, tribe, or clan. This sealed him noble when his life began, This was the spirit of lofty dajs outgrown, And straight as the quick course of a fs’ling stone This guides him in the old, eternal plan, New years have come upon us, bolder times. Strange hopes are born of our discovering thought, And faith has changed with custom like the garb. But manhood changes not with years or climes, Being out of the hnman heart divinely wrought, Serene as truth and mettled like a barb. —G. B. Montoommbbt. HE LEADS US ON. Ho leads us on, By paths we did not know, Upward he leads us, though our steps be slow, Though oft we faint and falter on the way. Though storms and darkness oft obscure the day, Yet when the clouds are gone Wo know He leads us on. He loads us on. Through all the unquiet years ; Fast all our dreamland hopes, and doubts, and fears He guides our steps. Through all the tangled maze Of sin, of sorrow, and o’er clouded days, We know His will is done; And still He leads us on. And He, at last, After the weary strife. After the restless fever we call life, After the dreariness, the aching pain, The wayward struggles which have proved in vain. After our toils are passed, Will give ns rest at last. WE SHALL KNOW. Wnen the mists have rolled in splendor From the beauty of the hills, And the sunshine, warm and tender, Falls in kieses on the rills. Wo may read love’s shining letter, In tho rainbow of the spray ; We shall know each other belter When the mists have cleared away. We shall know as we are known, Nevermore to walk alone, In the dawning of the morning, When the mists have cleared away.

If wo err in human blindness, And forget that we are dust, If we miss the law of kindness When we struggle to be just, Snowy wings of peace shall cover All the pain that clouds our day. When the weary watch is over. And the mists have cleared away, We shall know as we are known, Never more to walk alone, In the dawning of the morning, When the mists have cleared away. When ths silvery mists have veiled ns Prom the faces of our own, Oft we deem their love has failed ns. And wo tread our path alone; Wo shall see them near and truly. We should trust them day by day. Neither love nor blame unduly, If the mists wore cleared away. We shall know aa we are known, Nevermore to walk alone, In the dawning of the morning, When the mists have cleared away.

When the mists have risen above ns, As our Father knows His own. Face to face with those that love ns, We shall know as we are knownj Love beyond the orient meadows Floats the golden fringe of day. Hearts to hearts we bide tho shadows, Till the mists have cleared away. We shall know ns we are known, Nevermore to walk alone. When the day of light is dawning, And the mists have cleared away.