The century illustrated monthly magazine . ered and restored by the son of Lorenzo, a great loverof the arts. Timothy Cole. AT FIRST. IF I should fall asleep one day,All overworn,And should my spirit, from the clay,Go dreaming out the heavenward way,Or thence be softly borne, I pray you, angels, do not first Assail mine earWith that blest anthem, oft rehearsed, Behold, the bonds of Death are burst! Lest I should faint with fear. But let some happy bird, at hand, The silence break :So shall I dimly understandThat dawn has touched a blossoming land,And sigh myself awake. From that deep rest emer
The century illustrated monthly magazine . ered and restored by the son of Lorenzo, a great loverof the arts. Timothy Cole. AT FIRST. IF I should fall asleep one day,All overworn,And should my spirit, from the clay,Go dreaming out the heavenward way,Or thence be softly borne, I pray you, angels, do not first Assail mine earWith that blest anthem, oft rehearsed, Behold, the bonds of Death are burst! Lest I should faint with fear. But let some happy bird, at hand, The silence break :So shall I dimly understandThat dawn has touched a blossoming land,And sigh myself awake. From that deep rest emerging so, To lift the headAnd see the bath-flowers bell of snow,The pink arbutus, and the lowSpring-beauty streaked with red, Will all suffice. No otherwhere Impelled to roam,Till some blithe wanderer, passing fair,Will, smiling, pause — of me aware —And murmur, Welcome home ! So sweetly greeted I shall riseTo kiss her cheek;Then lightly soar in lovely guise,As one familiar with the skies,Who finds and need not seek. Amanda 7\ Jones. ,. w -JO U-l 00 Q cuX 00 uuXH Dl O 5< XH THE SHEPHERDS. I SENEX. PERCHANCE the light we followed till it stayed,Piercing the roof, now runs along the shade. 2 SENEX. No, no; before we came the light was blinded me, but now mine eyes are clear,Or else the dartling splendor grows more mild,And I behold a mother with her child. I JUVENIS. Upon her breast how peacefully it lies! 2 JUVENIS. What love is shining in the mothers eyes! 1 JUVENIS. It is a dream. Such dreams at break of dayDo often come, but never will they stay. 2 JUVENIS. Hast dreamed this dream before ? The powers aboveSend gracious messengers to those they love;They love thee well — and so have sent to I have heard that over the great seaSome bard or singing shepherd has foretoldA child should bring again the age of gold;And when that age was come, the vine, the field,Unfurrowed and unpruned, their fruit should yield,While honey-drops should break from out the oak
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