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High on the shore sate the great god Pan,

While turbidly flowed the river, And hacked and hewed as a great god can, With his hard bleak steel at the patient reed, Till there was not a sign of a leaf indeed

To prove it fresh from the river.

He cut it short, did the great god Pan,

(How tall it stood in the river !)
Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man,
Steadily from the outside ring,
And notched the poor dry empty thing

In holes, as he sate by the river.

“ This is the way,” laughed the great god Pan,

(Laughed while he sate by the river,) · The only way, since gods began To make sweet music, they could succeed." Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed,

He blew in power by the river.

Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan !

Piercing sweet by the river !
Blinding sweet, O great god Pan!
The sun on the hill forgot to die,
And the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly

Came back to dream on the river,

Yet half a beast is the great god Pan,

To laugh as he sits by the river, Making a poet out of a man :

The true gods sigh for the cost and the pain, For the reed which grows never more again As a reed with the reeds in the river.

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING,

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WHAT is hope? A smiling rainbow

Children follow through the wet.
"Tis not here,-still yonder, yonder:

Never urchin found it yet.

What is life? A thawing iceboard

On a sea with cunning shore.
Gay we sail. It melts beneath us:

We are sunk, and seen no more.

What is man? A foolish baby,

Vainly strives and fights and frets;
Demanding all, deserving nothing,

One small grave is what he gets.

THOMAS CARLYLE.

CARCASSONNE.

(Translated from the French of Gustave Naudaud, by John R.

Thompson.)

I'm growing old, I've sixty years ;

I've labored all my life in vain ;
In all that time of hopes and fears

I've failed my dearest wish to gain.
I see full well that here below

Bliss unalloyed there is for none.
My prayer will ne'er fulfilment know-

I never have seen Carcassonne.
I never have seen Carcassonne !

You see the city from the hill,

It lies beyond the mountains blue,
And yet to reach it one must still

Five long and weary leagues pursue,
And to return, as many more!

Ah! had the vintage plenteous grown!
The grape withheld its yellow store:

I shall not look on Carcassonne.
I shall not look on Carcassonne !

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They tell me every day is

there Not more or less than

Sunday gay;

In shining robes and gar“So CROONED, ONE DAY, CLOSE

ments fair BY LIMOUX, DOUBLE-BENT WITH AGE." The people walk upon

A

PEASANT

their way.

One gazes there on castle walls

As grand as those of Babylon,
A bishop and two generals !

I do not know fair Carcassonne.
I do not know fair Carcassonne !

The vicar's right : he says that we

Are ever wayward, weak and blind;
He tells us in his homily

Ambition ruins all mankind;.
Yet could I there two days have spent

While still the autumn sweetly shone,
Ah, me! I might have died content

When I had looked on Carcassonne.
When I had looked on Carcassonne !

Thy pardon, Father, I beseech,

In this, my prayer, if I offend;
One something sees beyond his reach

From childhood to his journey's end !
My wife, our little boy Aignan,

Have travelled even to Narbonne ;
My grandchild has seen Perpignan,

And I have not seen Carcassonne.
And I have not seen Carcassonne !

with you

So crooned, one day, close by Limoux,

A peasant, double-bent with age.
“Rise up, my friend,” said I ;

I'll go upon this pilgrimage."
We left next morning his abode,

But (Heaven forgive him !) half-way on
The old man died upon the road,

He never gazed on Carcassonne.
Each mortal has his Carcassonne !

THE LOST LEADER.

Just for a handful of silver he left us;

Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat-
Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us,

Lost all the others she lets us devote.
They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver,

So much was theirs who so little allowed. How all our copper had gone for his service! Rags — were they purple, his heart had been

proud!

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