74 THE POET'S CHRISTMAS. These, with old hopes once nursed in vain, My Christmas guests. With these I sit Through every shout, through every chime, Round darkening shores of Time. And there are luxuries of woe And if, at Fancy's wild command, Some form should mould itself from shade, Or through the gloom I felt a hand Scarce would I start so long I've known But let the world have joy without, No pleasure spare, no pastime shun, Each roof with social clouds be curled : 'Tis well; for once beneath the sun There rolls a happy world! JAMES MACFARLANE. 76 THE FISHERMEN. Each thought of the woman who loved him the best, And the children stood watching them out of the town. For men must work, and women must weep; ̧ And there's little to earn, and many to keep, Though the harbor bar be moaning. Three wives sat up in the light-house tower, And trimmed the lamps as the sun went down ; And they looked at the squall, and they looked at the shower, And the rack it came rolling up, ragged and brown. But men must work, and women must weep, Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, Three corpses lay out on the shining sands, In the morning gleam as the tide went down; And the women are watching, and wringing their hands, And good-bye to the bar and its moaning! CHARLES KINGSLEY. WE PARTED IN SILENCE. WE parted in silence, we parted by night, Of friends long passed to the kingdom of love, We parted in silence; our cheeks were wet And those vows at the time were consoling; But those lips that echoed the sounds of mine Are as cold as that lonely river; And that eye, the beautiful spirit's shrine, And now on the midnight sky I look, Each star is to me a sealed book, CL hear, so I call thee tattle home. And Call the Cattle home; Red Call Hea Cattle home berof the sands The writer tried was isle and dank with fram And all above seat the. tista came up alone And vir toer the sand. The Greekeen lund round tround tree sand Eepe Could sea far as Eye The Blending mist came down, this thee land; And Wherr home Came she. |