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SONNETS. X To come upon a violet suddenly,■>,-■• Hidden beneath a screen of farce- and moBS, Ere Spring hath woven them bounteously across Her spangled robe of meadow-land and lea; To hear, in a far-off clime, the melody That moat we loved at home, poured forth from lips - Now cold and still for, ever in Death's eclipse; Once, and no more in all eternity, To behold in a crowd of faces undivine One face that in the memory will shine: Sweet, thrilling, these—but oh, to me doth seem To light, amid a desert of words inane, Upon the oasis of some great strain, ■Godlike, immortal—this,the joy supreme. TO A SINGER. Lady, thy voice could the scorn'd poet hear Pour forth the words (he dead) Fame now bids live, _ , Methinks even from the Happy Fields he'd give ■■.;.. One hour, to breathe again earth's atmosphere . And list the notes, so eouliul, liquid, clear, That from thy lips in trancing cadence flow, ! With haunting echoes of the long ago, And memories of hopes, thongh dead yet dear. Beneath thy spell forgot are all life's cares, The walls dissolve, we see the glittering stars, ;■;.:■■< And, wafted from between Heaven's golden bars, We breathe while stiir on earth immortal airs. But ah, too soon is past the magic strain, "And the sad world reclaims its own again. •■ ■ ' .- .■ . ■•' in. ■..--. ■' ■ „,■■■ THE PRAYING MOUNTAIN.* The Himalayan climber, on his way, ' Below him looks, and sees the Indian plain, Lie like a sea, dark-blue and free from stain, Save where, a silver thread, Ganges doth ' ■ stray. ■■,■■■, .■:..■ /- Then, upward glancing to the mighty peaks That shine, sun-litten their eternal snows, His raptured eye of all the loftiest seeks Mount Everest- Earth's pinnacle—and 10, An awe falls o'er him, for above him there No mountain sees he rising like a spire, But a white bearded giant bowed in prayer, Uttering a worship time can never tire ! And meet it seems, what Earth holdsJoftiest Bhould . ■ , , . Seeks God in adoration's attitude. Melbourne. E. B. LouGHRAN".
* The outline of Mount Everest is something like that of an old man bowed in prayer. The people here call him •' Father Everest."—Mrs Bridges' Travels.
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Thames Star, Volume XVII, Issue 5203, 19 September 1885, Page 1
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359Select Poetry. Thames Star, Volume XVII, Issue 5203, 19 September 1885, Page 1
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