You vanished like the sailing ship
That rides far out at sea.
I murmur as your farewell dies

And your form floats from me;

Ah! ties are sundered in this hour:
No tide of fortune rare
Shall bring the heart I owned before,
And my love's loss repair.

When voyagers make a foreign port,
And leave their precious prize,
Returning home they bear for
freight

A bartered merchandise.

Alas! When you come back to me,
And come not as of yore,
But with your alien wealth and peace,
Can we be lovers more?

I gave you up to go your ways,
O you whom I adored!
Love hath no ties, but Destiny
Shall cut them with a sword.
SIDNEY H. MORSE.

LOVE AGAINST LOVE.

As unto blowing roses summer dews,

Or morning's amber to the tree-top choirs,

So to my bosom are the beams that

use

To rain on me from eyes that love inspires.

Your love, vouchsafe it, royalhearted Few,

And I will set no common price thereon,

O, I will keep, as heaven his holy blue,

Or night her diamonds, that dear treasure won.

But aught of inward faith must I forego,

Or miss one drop from truth's baptismal hand,

Think poorer thoughts, pray cheaper prayers, and grow

Less worthy trust, to meet your heart's demand, Farewell! Your wish I for your sake deny:

Rebel to love in truth to love am I. D. A. WASSON.

INBORN ROYALTY.

O THOU goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st

In these two princely boys! They are as gentle

As zephyrs, blowing below the violet,

Not wagging his sweet head: and yet as rough,

Their royal blood enchafed, as the rud'st wind,

That by the top doth take the mountain pine,

And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful

That an invisible instinct should frame them

To royalty unlearned; honor untaught;

Civility not seen from other; valor, That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop

As if it had been sowed!

SHAKSPEARE: Cymbeline.

Prowesse of man, for God of his goodnesse

Will that we claime of him our gentillesse:

For of our elders may we nothing claime

But temporal thing, that man may hurt and maime.

"Eke every wight wot this as wel as I,

If gentillesse were planted naturelly

Unto a certain linage down the line, Prive and apart, then wol they never fine

To don of gentillesse the faire office,

They mighten do no vilanie or vice.

"Take fire and beare it into the derkest hous

Betwixt this and the mount of Cau

For vilains' sinful dedés make a churl.

For gentillesse n'is but the renomee Of thine auncestres, for their high bountée,

Which is a strange thing to thy per

sone:

Thy gentillesse cometh fro God alone.

Than cometh our very gentillesse of grace,

It was no thing bequethed us with our place. CHAUCER.

BEAUTY.

So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light,

So it the fairer body doth procure
To habit in, and it more fairly dight
With cheerful grace and amiable
sight;

For of the soul the body form doth take;

For soul is form, and doth the body make.

Therefore wherever that thou dost

behold

A comely corpse, with beauty fair endued,

Know this for certain, that the same doth hold

A beauteous soul, with fair conditions thewed,

Fit to receive the seed of virtue strewed;

For all that fair is, is by nature good; That is a sign to know the gentle blood.

Yet oft it falls that many a gentle mind

Dwells in deformèd tabernacle drowned,

Either by chance, against the course of kind,

Or through unaptnesse in the substance found,

Which it assumèd of some stubborne ground,

That will not yield unto her form's direction,

But is perform'd with some foul imperfection.

WHEN I love, as some have told,
Love I shall when I am old,
O ye Graces! make me fit
For the welcoming of it.
Clean my rooms as temples be,
To entertain that deity;
Give me words wherewith to woo,
Suppling and successful too;
Winning postures, and withal,
Manners each way musical;
Sweetnesse to allay my sour
And unsmooth behavior:
For I know you have the skill
Vines to prune, though not to kill;
And of any wood ye see,

You can make a Mercury.

HERRICK.