A Moorish Ballad IN Grenada reigned Mohammed, Sixth who bore the name was he; But the rightful king, Prince You… Pined in long captivity:

THOSE times are gone, that circl… And we who live, now scattered far… Each in our separate centres fixed… Round which new interests now revo… In separate loves and duties day b…

To G. W. C. LONG, long ago, in the sweet Rom… Through the bright morning air we… And in the blue heaven heard the s… Above the ruins old—

SING, poets, as ye list, of fiel… Of changing seasons with their bri… Of keen delights, or themes still… Where soul through sense transmute… There is a life intense beyond you…

IN the old void of unrecorded tim… In long, slow æons of the voiceles… A seed from out the weltering fire… Took root—a struggling plant that… Through rudiments uncouth, through…

OR endless sleep 't will be,—and… Freedom forever from life’s weary… Or else a life beyond the climbing… And dizzy pinnacles of thought exp… In symbols such as in our mortal b…

Saint Brandan, a Scotch abbot, lo… Sailed southward with a swarm of m… The seeds of true religion—nothing… Among the tribes of naked infidels… And venturing far in unknown seas,…

Phoebus Apollo, from Olympus driv… Lived at Admetus, tending herds a… And strolling o’er the pastures an… He found his life much duller than… For he had left his bow, his songs…

You were not born to hide such gif… ‘Neath dreary law-books, nor amid… And dry routine of desks to sit an… Where clerks plod through their ta… Let duller laborers drudge through…

A wondrous light is filling the ai… And rimming the clouds of the old… And hopeful eyes look up to see Truth’s mighty electricity,- Auroral shimmerings swift and brig…

THE small enlarged, the distant n… To sight, made marvels in a denser… But Science turns with every year… In the enchanted volume of her tho… The wizard’s wand no longer now is…

HOW grand he would have stood, ha… The needless coronet he donned, as… Its gilt could heighten his proud… But downward he has stepped, a sea… Not with the lords of that imperia…

O BOON and curse in one—this cea… Of looking still behind us and bef… Gift to the soul of eyes that cann… Life’s open book of cabalistic lor… Eyes that discern a light and joy…

YET words though weak are all tha… Wherewith their muse translates th… Of Harmony, whose subtle forms an… Float in the unlanguaged poesy of… And so no true-souled artist stand…

Across the sea the swift sad messa… And beats with sudden pang against… Under the elm-trees in his homeste… The Laureate of our land lies dea… Wept by the love of friends, and c…