A HUNDRED YEARS from now, dear heart,
We shall not care at all,
It will not matter then a whit,
The honey or the gall.
The summer days that we have known
Will all forgotten be and flown;
The garden will be overgrown
Where now the roses fall.

A hundred years from now, dear heart,
We shall not mind the pain;
The throbbing crimson tide of life
Will not have left a stain.
The song we sing together, dear,
The dream we dream together here,
Will mean no more than means a tear
Amid a summer rain.

A hundred years from now, dear heart,

Ah , God! here, here, Love bade me ope my still
Shut heart-lips at his nod;
And here, in vain resistance to his will,
I wrestled with the god.
What man can strive with Love? Is he not lord?
Best conquest is to yield.
It was a victory to feel his sword
Pierce through my idle shield.

I lay here at my queen's feet in the ashen,
Wan June-light of the moon,
And sang to her the legend of my passion,
A strange, forbidden tune.
The high gods cannot take away the glory
Love gave me as I fell,
Nor dim the recollection of the story

a goldbug crawling
in the shade of leaves—

After Apollo left Admetus' gate,
Did his late fellows feel a numb despair,
Did they cry “Comrade, comrade” everywhere
Thro' the abandoned byres, and curse the fate
That let them for awhile know him for mate
To mourn his going? Did his vacant chair
Before the fire, when winter drove them there
Make the sad silence more disconsolate?

Did yearning ears all vainly, vainly strain
To half recall the voice that now was mute?
Did yearning eyes strive all in vain, in vain,
To half recall the glory of his face,
To half recall the God that for a space

A damsel o'er a meadow fair
Went plucking flow'rets many-hued,
When lo! a dame of beauty rare
Came tow'rds her from the wood.

With friendly look the maid she met,
She twined a chaplet round her hair;
“'Twill blossom, though it bloom not yet;
O wear it alway there!”

And when the damsel older grew,
And wandered while the moonlight gleamed
And wept sweet tears—love's tender dew—
With buds the chaplet teemed.

And when she clasped her bridegroom round
With clinging arms in happy hour,
Then wondrously each bud was found

Act first; then tell of Mountains cleft asunder;
The Lightning strikes before we hear the Thunder.

Mischance will come to all; but, Swim or Sink,
The Wise Man never says, “I did not think.”

M EN buy Success by giving up a Host
Of Things they Want for what they Want the Most.

T HEY that win at last, though often thrown,
For their Failures blame themselves alone.

T O conquer Odds demands a Hero's Will;
An Unbaked Codfish Ball can Charge Down-hill.

1. When wild confusion wrecks the air
2. Amid the hurricane I'll stand,
And tempests rend the skies,
And strike a tuneful song,
Whilst blended ruin, clouds, and fire
My harp all trembling in my hand,
In harsh disorder rise;
And all inspired my tongue.

3. Let the earth totter on her base,
Clouds heaven's wide arch deform;
Blow, all ye winds, from every place,
And breath the final storm.

4. O Jesus, haste the glorious day
When thou shalt come in flame;
And burn the earth, and waste the sea,
And break all nature's frame.

1. O Saviour of a world undone! Whose dying sorrows blot the sun,
Whose painful groans and bowing head Could rend the vail and wake the dead,
Say, from that execrated tree Descends the ruddy tide for me?

2. For me did he who reigns above,
The object of paternal love,
Consent a servant's form to bear
That I a kingly crown might wear?
Is his deep loss my boundless gain,
And comes my victory from his pain?

3. O, let me own the deep decree
That wounded him and rescued me!
His death, his cross, his funeral sleep,
Instruct repentance how to weep;

1. O Lord, bow down thine ear, And hearken to my cry;
2. Rejoice thy servant's soul, For I to thee, O Lord,
For poor and wholly destitute Of other help am I.
Lift up my troubled soul, in hope That thou wilt help afford.

3. In days of my distress
I will to thee complain;
Because I surely know that thou
Wilt answer me again.

4. The nations all, O Lord,
Whom thy great power did frame,
Shall come before and bow to thee,
And glorify thy name.

5. For thou art high and great;
The things that thou hast done
Are truly marvelous, and show

1. O gracious Father of mankind, Our spirits' unseen friend,
2. Thou hearest these the good and ill Deep buried in each breast;
Lord of the skies, our hearts' dear guest, To thee our prayers ascend.
The secret thought, the hidden plan, Wrought out or unexpressed.
Thou dost not wait till human speech Thy gifts divine implore;
O cleanse our prayers from human dross! Attune our lives to thee,
implore;to thee,
Our dreams, our aims, our work, our lives Are prayers thou lovest more.
Until we labor for those gifts We ask on bended knee.