CCLII. WHAT art Thou, Mighty One, and where Thy seat? The rolling thunders and the lightnings fleet: Thou guid'st the northern storm at night's dead noon, Or on the red wing of the fierce monsoon Disturb'st the sleeping giant of the Ind. Dost Thou repose? or in the solitude Hears nightly howl the tiger's hungry brood? Vain thought, the confines of His throne to trace Who glows through all the fields of boundless space! CHARLES WHITEHEAD. CCLIII. As yonder lamp in my vacated room. With arduous flame disputes the darksome night, And can, with its involuntary light, But lifeless things that near it stand, illume; Yet all the while it doth itself consume; And, ere the sun begin its heavenly height With courier beams that meet the shepherd's sight, There, whence its life arose, shall be its tomb. So wastes my light away. Perforce confined CCLIV. TIME AND DEATH. I SAW Old Time, destroyer of mankind; And vanquished the great conquerors, Time and Death. OSCAR WILDE. CCLV. LIBERTATIS SACRA FAMES. ALBEIT nurtured in democracy, And liking best that state republican Better the rule of One, whom all obey, Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy. CCLVI. THE WORLD'S DEATH-NIGHT. I THINK a stormless night-time shall ensue In place of the sweet dewfall, the world's balm, Round the long-buffeted bulk, rent through and through. But in the even of its endless night, With shoreless floods of moonlight on its breast, And baths of healing mist about its scars, An instant sums its circling years of flight, |