JUNE 55 RONDELET 57 AUTUMN 58 ALPHABET AND BAYONET 60 THE COUNTRY-SEAT 62 TO ELLEN. "SING ME THAT SONG!" 65 LINES, ON VISITING PINE GROVE CEMETERY 67 A VERSE 69 TRUTH 70 "THE LIBERTY BELLS" 71 "MEMENTO" 73 COMMUNION HYMN 75 LAUS DEO 76 OUR NATIONAL THANKSGIVING HYMN 77 SATISFIED 79 POEMS _OLD MAN OF THE MOUNTAIN_ Gigantic sire, unfallen still thy crest! Primeval dweller where the wild winds rest, Beyond the ken of mortal e'er to tell What power sustains thee in thy rock-bound cell. Or if, when first creation vast began, And far the universal fiat ran, "Let there be light"--from chaos dark set free, Ye rose, a monument of Deity, Proud from yon cloud-crowned height to look henceforth On insignificance that peoples earth, Recalling oft the bitter draft which turns The mind to meditate on what it learns. Stern, passionless, no soul those looks betray; Though kindred rocks, to sport at mortal clay-- Much as the chisel of the sculptor's art "Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart." Ah, who can fathom thee! Ambitious man, Like a trained falcon in the Gallic van, Guided and led, can never reach to thee With all the strength of weakness--vanity! Great as thou art, and paralleled by none, Admired by all, still art thou drear and lone! The moon looks down upon thine exiled height; The stars, so cold, so glitteringly bright, On wings of morning gladly flit away, Yield to the sun's more genial, mighty ray; The white waves kiss the murmuring rill-- But thy deep silence is unbroken still. _CONSTANCY_ When starlight blends with morning's hue, I miss thee as the flower the dew! When noonday's length'ning shadows flee, I think of thee, I think of thee! With evening, memories reappear-- I watch thy chair, and wish thee here; Till sleep sets drooping fancy free To dream of thee, to dream of thee! Since first we met, in weal or woe It hath been thus; and must be so Till bursting bonds our spirits part And Love divine doth fill my heart. Written many years ago. _MOTHER'S EVENING PRAYER_ O gentle presence, peace and joy and power; O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour, Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight! Keep Thou my child on upward wing tonight.