LISTENING FOR GOD. I HEAR it often in the dark, Where is the voice that calls to me Oh, may it be that far within That firmament serene Is just the heaven where God himself, The Father, dwells unseen? And those who could not speak nor stir, "God blessed him" just the same. For he was all the world to us, We'd charge hell's portals in. This time we were not half-way up, When, midst the storm of shell, Our leader, with his sword upraised, Beneath our bayonets fell. And, as we bore him back, the foe Set up a joyous yell. Our hearts went with him. Back we swept, Bay Billy with his trappings on, Right royally he took the place That was of old his wont, And with a neigh that seemed to say, Above the battle's brunt, "How can the Twenty-Second charge If I am not in front?" Like statues rooted there we stood, And gazed a little space, But we saw Bay Billy's eye of fire, And when upon the conquered height And then the dusk and dew of night As though o'er man's dread work of death The angels wept again, And drew night's curtain gently round A thousand beds of pain. All night the surgeons' torches went, At last the morning broke. The lark Sang in the merry skies, As if to e'en the sleepers there Could ope their heavy eyes. And then once more with banners gay, Stretched out the long brigade. Trimly upon the furrowed field The troops stood on parade, And bravely mid the ranks were closed The gaps the fight had made. Not half the Twenty-Second's men Ah! who forgets that dreary hour The solemn sergeant tries, And as in faltering tone and slow Bay Billy's name he read. Yes! there the old bay hero stood, Not all the shoulder-straps on earth The whole line answered, "Here!" RICHARD WATSON GILDER. THERE IS NOTHING NEW UNDER | By iron, and to heaven laid bare: THE SUN. THERE is nothing new under the sun; There is no new hope or despair; The agony just begun Is as old as the earth and the air. My secret soul of bliss Is one with the singing star's, And the ancient mountains miss No hurt that my being mars. I know as I know my life, I know as I know my pain, He shook the seed that he carried O'er that brown and bladeless place. He shook it, as God shakes hail Over a doomed land, When lightnings interlace The sky and the earth, and his wand Of love is a thunder flail. Thus did that sower sow; His seed was human blood, And tears of women and men. And I, who near him stood, Said: When the crop comes, then There will be sobbing and sighing, Weeping and wailing and crying, Flame and ashes and woe. It was an autumn day Hears the same prayer over and When next I went that way. over. I know it because at the portal My praise thou hast made my blame; But scarce my prayer was said My cheek, shame-smitten, burned; For there where I bowed down I thought of thy cross and crown,- THE SOWER. A SOWER went forth to sow, He crushed the flowers beneath his feet, [sweet, Nor smelt the perfume warm and That prayed for pity everywhere. He came to a field that was harried And what, think you, did I see? Of all those voices not any |