THE MASTER'S CALL. ISE, said the Master, come unto the feast:- But thinking it not otherwise than meet For such a bidding to put on her best, She is gone from us for a few short hours For the unfolding of the palace-gate, That gives her entrance to the blissful bowers. We have not seen her yet, though we have been Full often to her chamber-door, and oft Have listened underneath the postern green, And laid fresh flowers, and whispered short and soft; But she hath made no answer; and the day From the clear west is fading fast away. HENRY ALford. . UT deck the board;-for hither comes a band Over the green and dew-impearlëd land Ye know the texture of each opening flower, Ye watch; and all things gentle in your hearts HENRY ALFord TO MARY. IN thy young brow, my sister, twenty years Looks on thee fresh and gladsome, as new-born How in the garden, when that weeping one Asked sadly for her Lord of some unknown, With look of sweet reproof He turned and said, "Mary"-Sweet sister, when thy need shall be, That word, that look, so may He turn on thee! HENRY ALFORD ADY, I bid thee to a sunny dome Hark, on the right with full piano tone Old Dante's voice encircles all the air; Hark yet again, like flute-tones mingling rare, Comes the keen sweetness of Petrarca's moan. Pass thou the lintel freely: without fear Feast on the music: I do better know thee, Than to suspect this pleasure thou dost owe me Will wrong thy gentle spirit, or make less dear That element whence thou must draw thy life,An English maiden and an English wife. ARTHUR HENRY Hallam. JH blessing and delight of my young heart, Not the old hills on which we gazed together, Not the old books whence knowledge we did gather— All thy companions, with their pleasant talk, With thee in thought and feeling, till thy mood Did sanctify mine own to peerless good. ARTHUR HENRY HALLAM. י |