Here on the mellow hill
— — I sit content with Autumn and as still
To watch a man in the valley felling an oak tree.
— — Diminished by the distance to a boy,
He swings the ax, his toy:
— — And while I wonder how
Such seeming gentle blows could end an oak,
— — After each silent stroke,
As if from a doomed twig or bough
— — That ax had set it free,
The sound floats upward like a bird to me.

" HERE , O lily-white lady mine,
Here by thy warrior sire's own shrine,
Handsel I thee by this golden sign,
This sunshiny thing. "
Weeping she reached her hand so slim,
Smiled, though her eyes were wet and dim,
Saying: " I swear, by Heaven, by him,
And by this handsel ring! "

But as she bended her eyes abashed,
Out of his fingers the jewel flashed,
On the gray flags of the kirk it clashed,
That treacherous thing;
Clashed, and bounded, and circled, and sped,
Till through a crevice it flamed and fled, —

Here , Nancy, let me take your hand,
And lead you back to Fairyland,
In this famed tale of long ago,
Told often in the sunset glow
By mothers, lest their children roam
In the dark forest, far from home.
This lesson learn: that mothers know
Where lurks, perchance, a hidden foe;
And though you may not understand
The reason in each kind command,
It is to keep you from the fear
That terrified the children here.
Learn, too, how God's own angels keep
Your ways by day, your dreams, asleep.

1. Here, Lord, retired, I bow in prayer. Refresh my
2. Without this grace, I strive in vain, O God, re-
soul my heart prepare To preach thy word with
vive thy saints again; Convince poor sinners
power divine; If I succeed, the praise be thine.
of their case, Cause them to seek thy pardoning grace.

3. Draw thousands to thy mercy seat;
Their hearts renew their sins remit;
Fill them with joy of faith and love
To serve on earth, to praise above.

4. In tears I sow the precious seed;
Cause it to spring my work succeed.

Here lith the fresshe flowr of Plantagenet,
Here lith the white rose in the rede sete.
Here lith the nobull quen Elyzabeth,
Here lith the princes departid by deth.
Here lith blode of owr contray royall,
Here lith fame of Ynglond immortall.
Here lith of Edward the IIIIth a picture,
Here lith his dowghter and perle pure.
Here lith the wyff of Harry owr trew kyng,
Here lith the hart the joy and the gold rynge.
Here lith the lady so lyberall and gracius,
Here lith the pleasure of thy hows.
Here lith very love of man and child,

Here lieth under this marbill ston,
Riche Alane, the ballid man;
Whether he be safe or noght,
I recke never — for he ne roght!

Here lieth the worthy warrior
Who never bloodied sword;
Here lieth the noble counsellor,
Who never held his word.

Here lieth his Excellency,
Who ruled all the state;
Here lieth the Earl of Leicester,
Whom all the world did hate.

WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED--
'Here lieth One whose name was writ on water.'
But, ere the breath that could erase it blew,
Death, in remorse for that fell slaughter,
Death, the immortalizing winter, flew
Athwart the stream,--and time's printless torrent grew
A scroll of crystal, blazoning the name
Of Adonais!

Here lies what had not birth, nor shape, nor fame;
No gentleman! no man! no-thing! no name!
For Jammie ne'er grew James; and what they call
More, shrunk to Smith--and Smith's no name at all.
Yet die thou can'st not, Phantom, oddly fated:
For how can no-thing be annihilated?
Ex nihilo nihil fit.

Here lies the preacher, judge, and poet, Peter
Who broke the laws of God, and man and metre.