THE TRIUMPH OF TIME.

HE tender delicate Flowers,
I saw them fanned by a warm western

wind,
Fed by soft summer showers,
Shielded by care, and yet, (oh Fate unkind !)

Fade in a few short hours.

The gentle and the gay,
Rich in a glorious Future of bright deeds,

Rejoicing in the day,
Are met by Death, who sternly, sadly leads

Them far away.

And Hopes, perfumed and bright,
So lately shining, wet with dew and tears,

Trembling in morning light,
I saw them change to dark and anxious fears

Before the night!

I wept that all must die “ Yet Love," I cried, “ doth live, and conquer

death"

And Time passed by, And breathed on Love, and killed it with his breath

Ere Death was nigh.

More bitter far than all
It was to know that Love can change and die
Hush ! for the

ages

call
“ The Love of God lives through eternity,

And
conquers

all !”

A PARTING.

ITHOUT one bitter feeling let us part-
And for the years in which your love

has shed
A radiance like a glory round my head,
I thank you, yes, I thank you from my heart.

I thank you for the cherished hope of years,

A starry future, dim and yet divine,

Winging its way from Heaven to be mine, Laden with joy, and ignorant of tears.

I thank you, yes, I thank you even more
That
my

heart learnt not without love to live,
and
gave,

and still had more to give, From an abundant and exhaustless store.

But gave

I thank you, and no grief is in these tears ;

I thank you, not in bitterness but truth,

For the fair vision that adorned my youth And glorified so many happy years.

you tore

Yet how much more I thank

you

that At length the veil your hand had woven away,

Which hid my idol was a thing of clay, And false the altar I had knelt before.

I thank you that you taught me the stern truth,

(None other could have told and I believed,)

That vain had been my life, and I deceived, And wasted all the purpose of my youth.

I thank you that your hand dashed down the shrine,

Wherein my idol worship I had paid;

Else had I never known a soul was made To serve and worship only the Divine.

I thank you that the heart I cast away
On such as you, though broken, bruised and

crushed,
Now that its fiery throbbing is all hushed,
Upon a worthier altar I can lay.

I thank you for the lesson that such love

Is a perverting of God's royal right,

That it is made but for the Infinite, And all too great to live except above.

I thank you for a terrible awaking,

And if reproach seemed hidden in my pain,

And sorrow seemed to cry on your disdain, Know that my blessing lay in your forsaking.

Farewell for ever now :

-in

peace we part; And should an idle vision of my tears

Arise before your soul in after years Remember that I thank

THE GOLDEN GATE.

IM shadows gather thickly round, and

up the misty stair they climb, The cloudy stair that upward leads to

where the closed portals shine, Round which the kneeling spirits wait the opening

of the Golden Gate.

And some with eager longing go, still pressing for

ward, hand in hand, And some with weary step and slow, look back

where their Beloved standYet up the misty stair they climb, led onward by

the Angel Time.

As unseen hands roll back the doors, the light that floods the

air