Across the sea what lovers walk,
And what sweet things are planned and vowed;
But what to them is solid chalk
To me appears a low white cloud

Draw your hoods tightly,
You who must depart,
The morning mist
Is grey and miasmic.

So wondrous fair are Kate and Lou,
And both return my love so true,
I cannot choose between the two.
And so the rolling years go by,
Nor ever halt to question why
I cannot bring myself to woo
Sweet Kate and not love fair Lou, too.

So wondrous fair are Kate and Lou,
And both return my love so true,
I cannot choose between the two,
And so, as the swift years roll by,
Alike I'll love them till I die;
For I can't bring myself to woo
Fair Lou and not love sweet Kate, too.

So wondrous fair are Kate and Lou,
And both return my love so true,

And had you loved me then, my dear,
And had you loved me there,
When still the sun was in the east
And hope was in the air,—
When all the birds sang to the dawn
And I but sang to you,—
Oh, had you loved me then, my dear,
And had you then been true!

But ah! the day wore on, my dear,
And when the noon grew hot
The drowsy birds forgot to sing,
And you and I forgot
To talk of love, or live for faith,
Or build ourselves a nest;
And now our hearts are shelterless,
Our sun is in the west.

Before the image older than the world,
Or ill or good,
By Titan hand into the desert hurled,
In the Egyptian sunset musing stood—
Long having travelled by fantastic roads
Where in deep sands the tremulous footstep sinks—
The oldest and the youngest of the gods, Saying:
“Upon my life has fallen thy shadow,
O Sphinx!”

Replied the Sphinx: “O son of Aphrodite,
Shall wisdom teach thee how the soul is won,
Or the hot sands be balsam on thy lids?
Behold approach from Thebes and Babylon,
Huge birds grotesque against the falling gloom,

Not as beholding with our mortal sight
The things unseen, not yet to sense revealed;
Nor yet as those, who in the world delight,
From whom the glorious gospel is concealed;
We walk by faith; while many a vision sweet
Doth cheer us on our path from day to day:
And many a worldly show with grandeur cheat,
And seek to draw us from the narrow way.
The world doth walk by sight; its kingdom here,
To outward view, is builded high, and strong;
It knows not that the Lord is drawing near!
To whom the world and all therein belong;

M IRA , cease thy plaintive strains;
What though thy Bird of beauty's flown,
Still one Sister-grace remains,
Form'd to wait on thee alone;
On thee, round whom the rural choir
Undecoy'd by art attend:
Tuneful Robins hail thy fire,
And thy summer walks befriend.
Could Pythagoras persuade me,
I this tale would surely prove—
That the feather'd train who wait thee,
Once were victims of thy love.

From death and dark oblivion (near the same)
The mistress of man's life, grave history,
Raising the world to good or evil fame,
Doth vindicate it to eternity.
Wise providence would so; that nor the good
Might be defrauded, nor the great secured,
But both might know their ways were understood,
When vice alike in time with virtue dured.
Which makes that (lighted by the beamy hand
Of truth, that searcheth the most hidden springs,
And guided by experience, whose straight wand
Doth mete, whose line cloth sound the depth of things)

1. O God, great Father, Lord, and King! Our children unto thee we bring;
2. Thy covenant kindness did of old Our fathers and their seed enfold;
And strong in faith, and hope, and love, We dare thy steadfast word to prove.
That ancient promise standeth sure, And shall while heaven and earth endure.

3. Look down upon us while we pray,
And visit us in grace today;
These little ones in mercy take
And make them thine for Jesus' sake.

4. While they the outward sign receive,
Wilt thou thy Holy Spirit give;
And keep and help them by thy power

O Temple Bell of Mii!
Thy soothing sound
Now hides behind the haze
Those seven lovely views.