Ignoble, though the untamed Lakonian bands Be loosed against her, and a hundred lands Enleague with Lakedaimon; yea, though all Greece Compass her splendor round with threatened doom-- War shall it be. Therewith a gathering gloom Enfolds their vision, and their chief of seers Makes known the menace of the darkening years-- Greece shall fall; ruined fanes shall mark her tomb, The tomb of all her glory waned from the land; Her broken, marble-pillared fanes shall stand, And move the unborn to marvelings and to tears For so much beauty waned in such decay. Yet see, his vision brightens! Wane away You barren ages! Speed, you desolate years! Give place, sad night-time, to the dawn of day! Hellas shall fall indeed; Athens shall wane, Yet shall be born again! Greece born again, Athens reborn in unknown lands, shall rise! High on a hill beside the western seas, That hath more wealth than Hybla for the bees, That hath more blueness than the Aegean skies, Athens shall rise again, most fair, most wise, To shine upon the world! --Thus Sokrates Foretelling our own glorious Lomaland; And what shall go forth from this western strand In these last days, to herald peace, and blend Nation with nation, hostile land with land, Firm friends forever. So the play hath end. [Illustration: Copyright by Katherine Tingley, 1911 Lomaland Photo. and Engraving Dept. TABLEAUX FROM THE ILIAD AS GIVEN DURING THE PRESENTATION OF "THE AROMA OF ATHENS," APRIL 17, 1911 PARTING OF HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE.] [Illustration: Copyright by Katherine Tingley, 1911 Lomaland Photo. and Engraving Dept. ANDROMACHE FAINTING ON THE WALLS OF TROY] [Illustration: Copyright by Katherine Tingley, 1911 Lomaland Photo. and Engraving Dept. THE FUNERAL PYRE OF HECTOR] [Illustration: Copyright by Katherine Tingley, 1911 Lomaland Photo. and Engraving Dept. PUPILS OF THE RÂJA YOGA COLLEGE, POINT LOMA, IN ATHENIAN FLOWER FESTIVAL] HAWTHORNE'S PSYCHOLOGY: contributed by C. T. Hawthorne's _Blithedale Romance_ is a study of the psychology underlying the human relations that arise from the subtle inner feelings within the deepest and most diaphanous regions of the human heart. With an incomparable delicacy and precision of touch, revealing the hidden framework of the underlying design, he clothes with apt speech these specter glimpses into the realm of human motive. Pity 'tis that his glimpses into these depths should be clouded by the temperamental gloom of his own nature--always seeking justification of its own pessimism, always weaving despondent tragedies that the light of Theosophy would have transformed into inner victories in the midst of outward defeat. Yet he seems only to have penetrated to certain depths of gloom and doubt, and then to hesitate to take that one step deeper where forever dwells the light that dispels all shadows.