THE SHARING OF THE EARTH AKE the world," cried the God from his heaven "TAK To men-"I proclaim you its heirs; To divide it amongst you 'tis given: You have only to settle the shares.» Each takes for himself as it pleases, Old and young have alike their desire: The harvest the husbandman seizes; Through the wood and the chase sweeps the squire. The merchant his warehouse is locking; The abbot is choosing his wine; Cries the monarch, the thoroughfare blocking, All too late, when the sharing was over, Not an inch but its owners there are. "Woe is me! is there nothing remaining For the son who best loves thee alone!» Thus to Jove went his voice in complaining, As he fell at the Thunderer's throne. "In the land of thy dreams if abiding," Quoth the God, "Canst thou murmur at me? Where wert thou when the earth was dividing?” "I was," said the poet, "by thee! "Mine eye by thy glory was captured, "Alas," said the God, "earth is given! Bulwer's Translation. THE BEST STATE wow the best state to know? It is found out: Like the best woman-that least talked about. The breakers are dashing with might, with might: "The earth is a desert, And broken my heart, Nor aught to my wishes The world can impart. Thou Holy One, call now thy child from below; I have known all the joys that the world can bestow I have lived and have loved." "In vain, oh how vainly, Flows tear upon tear! Dull Death's heavy ear! Yet say what can soothe for the sweet vanished love, The balm for thy breast." Let ever, though vainly, Flow tear upon tear; Dull Death's heavy ear: Yet still when the heart mourns the sweet vanished love, No balm for its wound can descend from above Like Love's sorrows and tears. Bulwer's Translation. THE MAIDEN FROM AFAR ITHIN a vale each infant year, WITH When earliest larks first carol free, Not born within that lowly place; From whence she wandered, none could tell; Her parting footsteps left no trace, When once the maiden sighed farewell. And blessed was her presence there: Each heart, expanding, grew more gay; Yet something loftier still than fair Kept man's familiar looks away. From fairy gardens known to none She brought mysterious fruits and flowers; The products of a brighter sun, Of nature more benign than ours. With each, her gifts the maiden shared,— WORTH OF WOMEN ONOR to Woman! To her it is given HON To garden the earth with the roses of Heaven! From the bounds of Truth careering, Down to Passion's troubled deeps. Greeds to grapple with the far, On through many a distant Star! But Woman, with looks that can charm and enchain, By the spell of her presence beguiled; Bruised and worn, but fiercely breasting, Wish to withered wish succeeds. But Woman at peace with all being reposes, Ah! richer than he, though his soul reigneth o'er Strong and proud and self-depending, |