g the sway of Love's long-suffering eyes,
Love's sweet self-sacrifice;
The might of gentleness; the subduing force
Of wisdom on her mid-way measured course
Gliding;--not torrent-like with fury spilt,
Impetuous, o'er Himalah's rifted side,
To ravage blind and wide,
And leave a lifeless wreck of parching silt;--
Gliding by thorpe and tower and grange and lea
In tranquil transit to the eternal sea.

--Children of Light!--If, in the slow-paced course
Of vital change, your work seem incomplete,
Your conquest-hour defeat,
Won by mild compromise, by the invisible force
That owns no earthly source;
Yet to all time your gifts to man endure,
God being with you, and the victory sure!
For though o'er Gods the Giants in the course
May lord it, Strength o'er Beauty; yet the Soul
Immortal, clasps the goal;
Fair Wisdom triumphs by her inborn force:
--Thus far on earth! . . . But, ah!--from mortal sight
The crowning glory veils itself in light!

_Envoy_

--Seal'd of that holy band,
Rest here, beneath the foot-fall hushing sod,
Wrapt in the peace of God,
While summer burns above thee; while the land
Disrobes; till pitying snow
Cover her bareness; till fresh Spring-winds blow,
And the sun-circle rounds itself again:--
Whilst England cries in vain
For thy wise temperance, Lucius!--But thine ear
The violent-impotent fever-restless cry,
The faction-yells of triumph, will not hear:
--Only the thrush on high
And wood-dove's moaning sweetness make reply.

Lucius Cary, second Viscount Falkland, may perhaps be defined as at once
the most poetically chivalrous and the most philosophically moderate
amongst all who took part in the pre-restoration struggles. He was
killed in the royal army at the first battle of Newbury, Sep. 20, 1643,
aged but 33 years, and buried, without mark or memorial, in the church of
Great Tew (North Oxfordshire), the manor of which he owned.

_English Eastern_; The common brake-fern and its allies seem to betray
tropical sympathies by their late appearance and sensitiveness to
autumnal frost.

_That Arlesian plain_; Now named the _Crau_. It lies between Aries and
the sea--a bare and malarious tract of great size covered with shingle
and boulders. Aeschylus describes it as a 'snow-shower of round stones,'
which Zeus rained down in aid of Heracles, who was contending with the
Ligurians.

_Mira_; A star in the _Whale_, conspicuous for its singular and rapid
changes of apparent size.

_The Cause_; Aft