We are they with whom God wrought, in his six days of labor. Then the swelling, round and full, Sliding, springing, Turning, beating. Streams of pleasure, Without measure, And the movement quick and pure, Now increasing, Now diminishing, Now combining, Now resolving, In sweet concord antiphonal, said that they were harmony. “My prayer is answered, mother; for I have found the bond which binds heart to heart.” Then Zella laid her head upon Ariel’s bosom, and in very gladness, wept; and confessed that life and death, her evil and her good, no longer were a mystery. We are the law by which all things live, and move, and have their being. And Ariel put out his hands, and plucked, and blew upon the reeds; and again the wind sighed along the silent stream; and again the grass there growing, waving, gave forth other sounds; Brighter, Higher, More ecstatic; Fiercer, fiercer, fiercer yet; As if a Titan had strung his lyre to a new creation, or the fingers of a god swept the strings. It is finished; and to man is given the art to rule the airs of heaven. They turned, while yet the sledge fell heavy by the beating sea, and Erix wound a horn of joy, calling, then wound, then called, and wound and called again, and the echoes answered, calling; [_Conclusion in our next._] * * * * * I THINK OF THEE. I think of thee, at twilight’s hour, When the last sunbeam sinks away; When night-birds sing in every bower, And herds and herdsmen homeward stray— When all is beauty, all is peace, When sorrows, cares, and sadness flee, Then my lone heart finds sweet release, In happy thoughts, dear one, of thee. I think of thee, when dawning day Calls forth all nature’s freshened throng, When sporting lambkins skip and play, And birds pour forth their joyous song— When every eye with hope is bright, And every heart is light and free— When nature wakes from nature’s night, Then, dearest, then I think of thee. * * * * * THE ARABS AT AMBOISE.