Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: "What knowledge! ah, forgive me, senseless dull! For thou with Death hast walked through wondrous ways! XIII. When from this distance I survey the past, I marvel not at joys of bygone date, Nor chide I them that, trivial, they seemed great, And sped the restless golden hours too fast. Nay, dear as flowers that have brief time to last, My lost joys edge the roadway of that fate Through whose deep mournful vale I came but late, And gleam unblotted in the shadow vast. I chide not them; but often as I turn My eyes, new-undeceived, on that closed way, Here, here, and there, I pageant things discern, That still at pantomime of Sorrow play, — Once idly named My Griefs. These now I spam ; Joy have I known, but Grief not till to-day. On the day of earth thy last, Up my spirit rose aghast, For there came — a legion throng — All our days in summer long, All the days so gently paced, All the days with favor graced, All the beauteous days we passed, Mindless there should come The Last. All the days, from morn till noon, With the evening's sweeter boon, — All for Love's full showing meant, Yet what part in silence spent! Lips to speak, — yet most and best In the heart left unexpressed ! Lips to speak, — such days in fee, — Now what stores should voiced be! Still my spirit stood aghast, For the days, as they drew past, Strove each one its weight to cast On that frail and speechless Last! They bid me think, who seek to close my wound, How from life's storms thou hast escaped for Their wonted words unobvious fire convey: For then I see thee, in my heart's profound, Stand as thou stood'st upon life's open ground, A mettled tenderness and braced for fray; I see thee whom no fortune could dismay, Or ...