"GOD KEEPS HIS HOLY MYSTERIES JUST ON THE OUTSIDE OF MAN'S DREAM;-(MRS. BROWNING) O STRIFE! O CURSE, THAT O'ER IT FALL!"-BROWNING. WHILE THEY FLOAT PURE BENEATH HIS EYES, LIKE SWANS ADOWN A STREAM."-MRS. BROWNING. "GOD IS SO GOOD, HE WEARS A FOLD OF HEAVEN AND EARTH ACROSS HIS FACE;.... 50 "O EARTH, SO FULL OF DREARY NOISES!-(MRS. BROWNING ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Little Ellie, with her smile Not yet ended, rose up gaily, Tied the bonnet, donned the shoe, What more eggs were with the two. Pushing through the elm-tree copse, Ellie went home sad and slow. BUT STILL I FEEL THAT HIS EMBRACE SLIDES DOWN BY THRILLS."-E. B. BROWNING. THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN. JO ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, They are leaning their young heads against their And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, O MEN, WITH WAILING IN YOUR VOICES!"-MRS. BROWNING. "WHAT DO WE GIVE TO OUR BELOVED? A LITTLE FAITH, ALL UNDISPROVED."-BROWNING. A HOLIDAY OF MISERABLE MEN-(MRS E. B. BROWNING) THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN. But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping in the playtime of the others, Do you question the young children in their sorrow The old man may weep for his to-morrow, The old tree is leafless in the forest, The old year is ending with the frost, They look up with their pale and sunken faces, For the man's hoary anguish draws and presses "Your old Earth," they say, "is very dreary; are very weak; Few paces have we taken, yet are weary, Our grave-rest is very far to seek : Ask the aged why they weep, and not the children; And we young ones stand without in our bewildering, "True,” say the children, "it may happen, That we die before our time: Little Alice died last year; her grave is shapen IS SADDER THAN A BURIAL-DAY OF KINGS."-MRS. BROWNING. "A LITTLE DUST TO OVERWEEP? HE GIVETH HIS BELOVED SLEEP."-MRS. E. B. BROWNING. 51 "WHAT IS TRUE, AND JUST, AND HONEST, WHAT IS LOVELY, WHAT IS PURE,-(E. BROWNING) 52 THE TRUTH IS NOT AFRAID OF HURTING YOU."-BROWNING. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. We looked into the pit prepared to take her; Crying 'Get up, little Alice, it is day!' With your ear down, little Alice never cries; It is good when it happens," say the children, Alas, alas, the children! they are seeking They are binding up their hearts, away from breaking, Go out, children, from the mine and from the city, Like our weeds anear the mine? Leave us quiet in the dark of the coal-shadows, 66 "For oh," say the children, we are weary, If we cared for any meadows, it were merely "" EARTH'S FANATICS MAKE HEAVEN'S SAINTS."-BROWNING. ALL OF PRAISE THAT HATH ADMONISHT, ALL OF VIRTUE SHALL ENDURE."-MRS. BROWNING. "THE POET HATH THE CHILD'S SIGHT IN HIS BREAST, AND SEES ALL NEW."-MRS. BROWNING. "THE WORTHIEST POETS HAVE REMAINED UNCROWNED BROWNING THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark underground; In the factories, round and round. "For all day the wheels are droning, turning; Till our hearts turn, our heads with pulses burning, Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling, And all day the iron wheels are droning, 'O ye wheels' (breaking out in a mad moaning), Ay, be silent! Let them hear each other breathing 53 Let them touch each other's hands, in a fresh wreathing Let them feel that this cold metallic motion Is not all the life God fashions and reveals : Let them prove their living souls against the notion Grinding life down from its mark; And the children's souls, which God is calling sunward, Now tell the poor young children, O my brothers, So the Blessed One, who blesseth all the others, TILL DEATH HAS BLEACHED THEIR FOREHEADS TO THE BONE."—Ibid. "WHAT OFTENEST HE HAS VIEWED, HE VIEWS IN THE FIRST GLORY."-MKS. E. B. BROWNING. |