THE TWO VOICES. E LETTERS. VERY day brings a ship, Every ship brings a word; A A NEW DAY. R. W. Emerson. CROSS a thousand leagues of land The mighty sun looks free, And in their fringe of rock or sand A thousand leagues of sea. Lo! I, in this majestic room, As real as the sun, Inherit this day and its doom Eternally begun. A world of men the rays illume, But life that is not pure and bold W. Allingham. NOT ONLY. "Heaven lies about us in our infancy." NOT only around our infancy Wordsworth. Doth heaven with all its splendors lie: Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, Over our manhood bend the skies ; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea. J. R. Lowell. T IN THE COUNTRY. O one who has been long in city pent 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, A SUMMER LONGING. Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, John Keats. 13 I A SUMMER LONGING. MUST away to wooded hills and vales, Where broad, slow streams flow cool and silently, And idle barges flap their listless sails. For me the summer sunset glows and pales, I long for shadowy forests, where the birds "The green fields wait for thee." I dream of uplands where the primrose shines, I think of long, sweet afternoons, when I |