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A BOOK OF REMEMBRANCE

JANUARY I

L'ENVOI

E voices that arose

YE

After the evening's close,

And whispered to my restless heart repose!

Go breathe it in the ear

Of all who doubt and fear,

And say to them, "Be of good cheer!"

Ye sounds so low and calm,

That in the groves of balm

Seemed to me like an angel's psalm!

Go, mingle yet once more

With the perpetual roar

Of the pine forest, dark and hoar!

Tongues of the dead, not lost,
But speaking from death's frost,
Like fiery tongues at Pentecost!

Glimmer, as funeral lamps,
Amid the chills and damps

Of the vast plain where Death encamps!

LONGFELLOW

I

RESPICE FINEM

Y soul, sit thou a patient looker-on;

MY

Judge not the play before the play is done:

Her plot hath many changes; every day

Speaks a new scene; the last act crowns the play.

FRANCIS QUARLES

QUIET WORK

NE lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee,

ONE

One lesson which in every wind is blown,

One lesson of two duties kept at one

Though the loud world proclaims their enmity

Of toil unsevered from tranquillity!
Of labour that in lasting fruit outgrows
Far noisier schemes, accomplished in repose,
Too great for haste, too high for rivalry!

Yes, while on earth a thousand discords ring,
Man's senseless uproar mingling with his toil,
Still do thy quiet ministers move on,

Their glorious task in silence perfecting;
Still working, blaming still our vain turmoil;
Labourers that shall not fail, when man is gone.

MATTHEW ARNOLD

ELFLAND

SEE ye na that braid braid road,
That lies across the lily leven?

That is the path o' wickedness,

Though some call it the road to Heaven.

And see ye na yon narrow road

Sae thick beset wi' thorns and briars? That is the path o' righteousness

Though after it but few inquires.

And see ye na yon bonny road
That winds about the ferny brae?
That is the road to fair Elfland,
Where you and I this night maun gae.

From the ballad of "True Thomas"