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No, indeed! for God above
Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward the love :
I claim you still, for my own love's sake! Delayed it may be for more lives yet,
Through worlds I shall traverse, not a few: Much is to learn, much to forget
Ere the time be come for taking you.
But the time will come, -at last it will,
When, Evelyn Hope, what meant (I shall say) In the lower earth, in the years long still,
That body and soul so pure and gay? Why your hair was amber, I shall divine,
And your mouth of your own geranium's redAnd what you would do with me, in fine,
In the new life come in the old one's stead.
I have lived (I shall say) so much since then,
Given up myself so many times, Gained me the gains of various men,
Ransacked the ages, spoiled the climes; Yet one thing, one, in my soul's full scope,
Either I missed or itself missed me: And I want and find you, Evelyn Hope !
What is the issue ? let us see !
I loved you, Evelyn, all the while.
My heart seemed full as it could hold ? There was place and to spare for the frank young smile,
And the red young mouth, and the hair's young gold. So, hush, I will give you this leaf to keep:
See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand ! There, that is our secret: go to sleep !
You will wake, and remember, and understand.
“ The Great Renunciation."
From “ The Light of Asia." Then in her tears she slept, but sleeping sighed — As if that vision passed again—"The time ! The time is come ! ” Whereat Siddârtha turned, And, lo! the moon shone by the Crab! the stars In that same silver order long foretold Stood ranged to say, “ This is the night !-choose thou The way
of greatness or the way of good :
"I will depart,” he spake ; " the hour is come!
may be mine : I lay aside those realms
This will I do because the woful
cry Of life and all flesh living cometh up Into my ears, and all my soul is full Of pity for the sickness of this world; Which I will heal, if healing may be found By uttermost renouncing and strong strife. For which of all the great and lesser gods Ilave power or pity? Who hath seen them—who? What have they wrought to help their worshippers ? llow hath it steaded man to pray,
pay Tithes of the corn and oil, to chant the charms, To slay the shrieking sacrifice, to rear The stately fane, to feed the priests, and call On Vishnu, Shiva, Surya, who save None—not the worthiest—from the griefs that teach Those litanies of flattery and fear Ascending day by day, like wasted smoke ? Hath any of my brothers 'scaped thereby The aches of life, the stings of love and loss, The fiery fever and the ague-shake, The slow, dull, sinking into withered age, The horrible dark death—and what beyond Waits—till the whirling wheel comes up again, And new lives bring new sorrows to be borne, New generations for the new desires Which have their end in the old mockeries ? Hath any
tender sisters found
Man from his curse, the whole wide world should share
health and ease, from birth designed
Known and unknown, these that are mine and those
Robert of Lincoln.
(Verse printed as Prose.) Merrily swinging on brier and weed, near to the nest of his little dame, over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name :- “ Bob-o'-link ! bob-o'-link ! spink, spank, spink! Snug and safe is that nest of ours, hidden among the summer flowers, chee, chee, chee! chink!”
Robert of Lincoln is gaily dressed, wearing a bright black wedding-coat; white are his shoulders and white his crest. Hear him call his merry note :-“Bob-o'-link ! bob-o'-link ! spink, spank, spink! Look, what a nice new coat is mine! Sure there never was a bird so fine! Chee, chee, chee! chink!”
Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, passing at home a patient life, broods in the grass while her husband sings :- .6 Bob-o'-link ! bob-o'-link ! spink, spank, spink! Brood, kind creature ; you need not fear thieves and robbers while I am here. Chee, chee, chee! chink!”
Modest and shy as a nun is she, one weak chirp is her only note ; braggart and prince of braggarts is he, pouring boasts from his little throat :—"Bob-o'-link ! bob-o'-link ! spink, spank, spink! Never was I afraid of man; catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can,—chee, chee, chee! chink ! "
Six white eggson a bed of hay, freckled with purple, –a pretty sight ! there, as the Mother sits all day, Robert is singing with all his might :-"Bob-o'-link ! bob-o'-link ! spink, spank, spink! Nice good wife, that never goes out, keeping house while I frolic about. Chee, chee, chee! chink !”
As soon as the little ones chip the shell, six wide mouths are open for food ; Robert of Lincoln bestirs him well, gathering seed for the hungry brood. “ Bob-o'-link ! bob-o'-link ! spink, spank, spink ! This new life is likely to be hard for a gay young fellow like me.
Chee, chee, chee! chink!” Robert of Lincoln at length is made sober with work and silent with care ; off is his holiday garment laid, half forgotten