THE ARROW AND THE
SONG.

I SHOT an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where ;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where ;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

doom;

And childlike joy of life, O Philhelene !

Around thee would have swarmed
the Attic bees;

Homer had been thy friend, or
Socrates,

And Plato welcomed thee to his
demesne.

pathies,

What soft compassion glows, as in

breath;

And, as he asks what there the stranger seeks,

I

Thy voice along the cloister whis

STAND again on the familiar shore, And hear the waves of the distracted

pers, "Peace!"

sea