THE harp we love hath a royal burst!

Its strings are mighty forest trees;

And branches,swaying to and fro,Are fingers sounding symphonies.

The harp we love hath a solemn sound!

And rocks amongst the shallow seas Are strings from which the rolling waves Draw forth their stirring harmonies.

The harp we love hath a low sweet voice!

Its strings are in the bosom deep,And Love will press those hidden chords When all the baser passions sleep.

WAITING AND WISHING

I LOITER by this surging sea,Here,by this surging,sooming sea,Here,by this wailing,wild-faced sea,Dreaming through the dreamy night;Yearning for a strange delight!

Will it ever,ever,ever fly to me,By this surging sea,By this surging,sooming sea,By this wailing,wild-faced sea?

I know some gentle spirit lives,Some loving,lonely spirit lives,Some melancholy spirit lives,Walking o'er the earth for me,Searching round the world for me!

Will she ever,ever,ever hither come?

Where the waters roam,Where the sobbing waters roam!

Where the raving waters roam!

All worn and wasted by the storms,All gapped and fractured by the storms,All split and splintered by the storms,Overhead the caverns groan,Gloomy,ghastly caverns groan!-Will she ever,ever,ever fill this heart?

Peace,O longing heart!

Peace,O longing,beating heart!

Peace,O beating,weary heart!