e Lark Twitters' ch of circumstance vinced nor cried aloud. lgeonings of chance bloody, but unbowed. " 3281 lace of wrath and tears = how strait the gate, ed with punishments the scroll, ter of my fate: -ptain of my soul. William Ernest Henley [1849-1903] My wages taken, and in my heart Let me be gathered to the quiet west, Death. William Ernest Henley [1849-1903] "IN AFTER DAYS" IN after days when grasses high I shall not see the morning sky; But yet, now living, fain were I Austin Dobson [1840 "CALL ME NOT DEAD" CALL me not dead when I, indeed, have gone Epilogue 3283 can say?) Shakespeare may pass, d just catch one syllable uried wit that kept so well; nte, looking on the grass ice, and listening still is that sound from the heavenly hill." Richard Watson Gilder [1844-1909] EPILOGUE From "Asolando" e silence of the sleep-time, fancies free, here-by death, fools think, impris e so loved you, whom you loved so, oved, yet so mistaken! th to do h the mawkish, the unmanly? ›less, hopeless, did I drivel ho? ed his back but marched breast for uds would break, ugh right were worsted, wrong would are baffled to fight better, ke. ne bustle of man's work-time with a cheer! east and back as either should be, cry "Speed,-fight on, fare ever ere!" Robert Browning (1812-1889] CROSSING THE BAR SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. Alfred Tennyson [1809-1892] L'ENVOI WHEN Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it-lie down for an eon or two, Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew! And those that were good shall be happy: they shall sit in a golden chair; They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets' hair; |