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Cast forth thy Act, thy Word, into the Ever-living,
Ever-working Universe; it is a Seed Grain that
cannot die.

' Sartor Resartus.





OCEAN - - 1 1

HOPE - 15

Music - - 19


NIGHT - 31






Sunlight ! the very breath of all mortal being. Flowing
from countless suns. Voyaging through vast aeons of
space ; 'til it mingles with the full glory of our own dazzling
orb of majestic grandeur.

Sunlight, awaking in us, each day,

a new born " hope." Smiling that we may smile. %ike
some God with golden feet, chasing the darkness and

revealing truth.

1foow often have we watched, ah !

with infinite delight, its first glowing shafts of burnished
gold breaking, in showers of beauty, o'er the mountain's
lofty summit, and streaming to the valleys. Or breaking
through a cloud rift ; making the welcome raindrops,
clinging to leaf, ripening corn, and bending grass ; flash
like jewels, of priceless purity. As the heavenly

light of beautiful eyes, are mirrored through tears of joy.

Softly it glideth over the valleys.

and their sparkling streams. Where the young colts
prance and rear, lambs skip and frolic, and the wild flowers
awake, in summer smiles, n to the "foamlet, and the
city's surging throng ; gilding each spire and dome ;
streaming adown the broad highways ; fain would seek
the fetid alleys, and the vaults of crime ; flowing like a
thing of glory, life and sweetness, health ! and vigor !

and joy !

Softly it steals, to the bowers of

the fair ; flooding with golden lustre, tresses of flowing
beauty, alike on the rich and the poor, mingling with the
perfume of the rose and the woodbine ; and scattering,
on the breath of morn, their fragrance divine !

pening the butterfly's delicate

wings. Alluring the fish, with its golden gleam ; as the}'
dart, like flashing prisms of silver and of gold, from the
rippling waters of the river, or pool. THUhere the swans,
neck arched and proudly, glide ; charmed by its glorious
influence ; betwixt the lilies white and yellow ; that cup-
like hold its soft enchanting rays. Creating soft shadows,
in leafy bowers and dripping grottos. Where graceful
ferns, crowned with lyre-like fronds, are spread in Nature's
wild profusion. 1Hfl,here the cascade's waters laugh and
leap, and 'midst its mist-like sprays, soft rainbows float
like halos, o'er some thing divine.

'{Kflhere its soft rays break through
labyrinths of sheltering green ; melodies of sunlight joy,

fill the -balmy air with the silvery thrill of sylvan lutes.
And where the open flower, smiles back to the glowing
Heavens ; the bee hums on its path of sunlight, from flower
to flower.

ZEhis glorious thing the hand

of mammon cannot mar. The emblem of sweetness and
of joy. Inspiring the strong ; life to the weak. The
smile of hope to the mariner ; when the storm has slackened
in its fury ; and its God-like rays, pierce the deep blackness
of the sky. pleading with the dark impassioned waves.
%ike the soft caress of golden curls, on a dark
and fretful brow.

Ibalcyon hours of sunlit joy ; treading
on paths of air ; that wake the flowers, and the maiden
sweet ; and chase the shadows of care.

Scattering life in visions of

beauty ; filling the golden ears of bounty ; spreading the
emerald mantles of spring, and the shimmering veils of
golden summer.

Cheering the heart of the

hapless waif ; and quick'ning the steps of vigorous man-
hood. . . . The golden wand of Hope ! to lighten
bereavement's aching void, and vanquish the forces of

Ibappy, laughing, joyous sunlight.
The glory of childhood's happy hours ; weaving the golden

mysteries of a maiden's thought, and the airy castles of
youth's strong, unyielding hope. Caressing the snowy
locks of enfeebled age, and dancing along, with little feet.

is mingled with the thoughts of flowers.
H language silent, yet sublime !
he victory of beauty's hours ;

e beauty is a thing, " divine ' !

H)eep ! in the glowing " Heart of Things




cean !

jforever jflftajestic ! jf orever the same !

. The mind of the child is filled with awe !
the mind of the man with feelings of
wonder ; on first beholding its mighty expanse !

1fts huge foam-crested waves ;

breaking in graceful grandeur, o'er beach, and rock,
and frowning cliff.

"QCIho, would it not inspire ?

Where is the soul ! that cannot respond to its mighty
impulse ?

Behold ! this vast, eternal,

monument of /K)ajesty ! and of power! . . -.
'Chis restless /IDighty Spirit of the H)eep .
JKHitness of Glory and decay ! . . . f empires
that have grown out of time, but to vanish ! HS the
vessel's track, upon its boundless way ! . ...
r as the shadows that melt away, with the sun's
departing rays, jfar on its " Udestern IKHay "' to the

" (Bates of the Height "... %ost in a scene
of transient splendour ! . . . H sea of dazzling
purple ; crowned with a golden glory !

giant beneath the sunlight
and the stars ! ^hat laughs to scorn the

withering frowns of fate ! and buries deep within its
" mighty fathoms," the shadowy " /Ifoinions of
H)espair " !

Solemn ! yet how sublime ! ^he

solemnity that is born of sovereign dignity !

"QXtte have but to behold it ! and our
minds respond! . expand ! . . exult !

"Ode have but to sail upon its mighty breast to ex-
perience that delightful sense of freedom ! that seems to
live in the breath of the Ocean. H buoyancy perhaps
alone experienced there. Hway go all thoughts of
sadness, our ills, like autumn leaves before the wind !
1bow can they live whilst " (greatness " holds us in his

fresh briny gust seems
to kill the sting in every single thought, that lingeis
discordant to its " joyous, exultant song" !

. JSorne upon the " THHings of ^ime," there is
no change, jfrom the " Dawn," ere verdure first awoke
from " latent fire " ; and its great waters rolled, in


gleaming splendour, from " Nature's mighty cisterns of
space " ! . . . Hs then, so now, . . .
symbol of a " splendid constancy " !

1Roll on ! in restless grandeur, roll !
of /Rajesty ! and Soul ! !

Calm ! Serene ! in its inmost heart and depths.
Angry only with the " jfuries," that lash its " beaming
waters " into seething mountains of foam !
" TKHhite with passion " ! awful in their /IDajesty !.
Jj)et we hear the " deep sighing of its /IDighty Spirit "!
As if it would, ah ! a thousand times rather, play with
the " Sunlight "in . . . " gleaming gladness,"
and share with the sky its " melting blue."

Soft as an infant's cheek !

this the greatest power on earth ! Xapping

the glistening sands, or thundering along the darkened
shore ! TChe immense ! immensity !

. '(That bears upon its mighty breast, the winged
messengers of commerce and of war !

depths of inspiration,
in the cean's mighty impulse !

. 1Jn the strength that is born
out of the " Ifoeart of ^hings " !

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IDeep in nature's glance,

" MOpe'6 " bright eye is seen !
"QXI1 hen Spring, a returning glory,
iJBursts into living green !

IDeep in the glory of night ;

"(Through depths of immortal stars !
Hhe beauty of ' ' Venus ' ' at eve ;

Hnd the glittering " Warrior Mars !

IDeep in the crested wave,

"Jlhat breaks on the gleaming shore,
Tlhe splendour of alpine summit ;

Hnd the leaping torrent's roar.

IDeep in the songs of the forest,
^he beauty of summer's wing.

Hhe trip of a winsome maiden ;
Hnd the anvil's merry ring.

5)eep in the mariner's eye,
H)eeper in battle's array.
H)eep in the palace of wealth ;

the soul of a shivering stray.

5)eep in the heart of youth ;

e " jfancy " is 0od of displa} r :
" Ifoope " like the lamp of Aladdin,
Qcattereth jewels, by the way.

H)eep in the souls of women ;

llhe " %ilies " we seek, to adore !
H)eepest where " %ove," a " H)ivinity "

Conquers alone to restore.

H)eep in the ceaseless murmur,
f the City's human stream.

H)eepest where " castles of ah,"
Hre built in the " light " of a dream.

H)eep where the light of day,

jfades in a " (Jlory Spread " !
H ^"ision of rapturous splendour !

only a " (Bod " may tread.




Hts Influence.

/IDusic ! . transcendent '. . . JDivinest .

Hrt ! . . . "fcow limitless its depths of inspira-

tion ! 1bow glorious its influence upon the human
mind !

Xong, ere we learnt the

true meaning of the word ; by the side of one whose
voice was to us music ever ; we felt for the first time
" that influence sublime." As it softly stole from
gentle fingers ; one music, one memory, forever sweet.

o shall say it> soul
inspiring melodies ! touch but the fibres of a human
sense ; transitory alone in their influence ? 2)o they
not stir within us, the deepest feelings, ah ! the noblest
feelings ; and leave their impressions, whether of joy or
of sadness, no less thrilling ! no less inspiring ! no
less divine ! !

IRay, in the mind of the

most brutalized being, music has touched a deeper
chord. Whilst for countless thousands, 'tis a voice of
enchantment, ^he (golden IRey of the

Hh ! even the poor dumb

brute at our feet ; unfailing in friendship and in devo
tion ; who looks up with his honest eyes, into ours ;
and seems to speak to us in language we cannot mistake.
Why does he moan and howl at the sound of music ?

Us it because it overpowers him ?

As the noonday sun, in its full glory, dazzles the eye
and dims the sight. Too much for his kindly, but
limited, sense. J^et does he not, only too often, exhibit
far more soul than many a man ?

true emotions of heart

and brain, are they not, so often, born of music ? Twin
chords that wake to the touch of fingers divine ! 1fn-
voking long thoughts from " whispered depths." flu
the language of rippling water ; in the murmur of the
ocean, breaking softly on a sunlight shore ; in the rustle
of leaves at the waking of day, in the song of the lark,
on its heavenward course.

Seemingly limitless, as the Universe
itself, its melodies of beauty vibrate through every fibre
of our being ; and hold us spell - bound, under their
entrancing influence.

IDoicing the tempest's awful fury ! Its

voices of thunder ! The lightning's vivid

flash portraying ! The roar of the furies ! passion
blind ! Anon the dark threat of hatred !

The dread heat of passion ! or the last farewell !
J^et ever from depths of darkest shadow, breaking into
golden bars, that soul-thrilling rapture ! the " soft-
light-of-!lLove " !

1bow naturally our thoughts respond
to the " rgan's grand appeal " ! . . . when its
rich sonorous tones roll out ! and our truest

feelings well up from " ^he Ibeart of tunings." Where
next the deepest shadows, " for a truce," glow the highest
lights ! . ..."

1fn the distance loom the returning
victors ! one sweeping mass of glittering steel !
Nearer! . . . and yet near, floats the flag of
freedom ! But, 'tis in the well-known martial strain,
we feel the warm blood leap within us ! As the hills
re-echo, Well done! . . . Well done!

^he music of the dance, with its

measures of delight ! The graceful rhythm

of the waltz ! The trip of the spirited mazurka !

IKHhere maid and gallant, free from care,
seem to glide on feet of air ! .
laughter, dancing in their eyes

1Re veals a joy that deeper lies !

the sparkling vivity of the operetta ! As the
noon-day glow of the sunlight ; when the shadows have
crept out of sight ! ^he enchanting beauties

of the pera ! Where light and shade are mingled,
in triumph and despair !

the music of music !
voicing the glories of crowning genius ! as chords from
harps immortal ! IRe-echoing the deep-souled oracles
of time ! . . . Are they not the chords that awoke
in Egypt ! To invoke the stars ; that their glowing
clusters might speak to us of countless ages !
The music that is deep in the " fjeart of ^hings."

tlhe lofty splendour of Ifoandel's great
/IDessiah ! . The deep-soul' d pathos of the

jpassions of Bach ! The majesty of the great requiems
of flftozart ! The towering ]lijah of /IDen-

delssohn ! The soul-like symphonies of ^Beethoven !
^he liquid numbers of (Jhopin ! and the

dulcet tones of Schubert ! Anon !

1ft cannot be that these glorious

numbers are ever lost ! TKHe may but seek for them,
as the bee seeks the amber honey, deep in the "
of filings " '



Delightful the cool fresh morning air !
As we pace the beaten track, or tread the dewy grass
beneath our feet. Smoke lightly curling from cot or
farm-house, far and near blue against the sombre olive
of the forest, ^he distant hills, deep blue in shadow,
crowned with a soft radiance of purpling light ; pierced
by many a golden shaft. Soft trailing veils of mist ;
that like spirits of the night, reluctant to depart, gather
their long ethereal robes about them, and with exquisite
grace bow their farewells to the monarch of day, ere they
vanish out of sight, or gather in the distance far away.

1bere every wild flower

by the way ; sweet, ever} 7 song from glist'ning boughs ;
and nature in her heart of hearts, hath joined with us
in one long exultation . . . Xife glowing every-
where, in the sparkling beauty of the morn.

"Ode view the, rippling brook,

wind like a silver thread, through soft downy banks of
green, moss-grown rocks and spreading fern ; with mur-
murings of joy ; like the babble of little tongues and


the patter of little feet ; as it bounds away through the
valley, leaping and sparkling, in the first soft beams of
the early sunlight.

^Everywhere sunlight glow, and

shadow soft and deep, jf luttering wings of birds, dart-
ing through leafy bowers of " Calm delight." The
bleating of the scattered flocks, and the soft lowing of
cattle upon the distant slopes, give token of the awaking,
joyous life of Nature, free and peaceful.

jfor a moment, let us pause :

Whilst we rest upon this grassy knoll ; and contemplate
the stretching panorama, far as the eye can see, of Nature
clothed in her garments of spring, soft veils of shim-
mering sheen. H)elighting the eye, and invoking
thoughts sublime.

Scent of hay and honeyed wattle,

wild hyacinth and rambling hawthorn ; with its
memories sweet and olden. Xet us drink in this
pleasure, as it were. %et us not even speak for a
moment . . . lest we mar its " perfect one ac-

'Chere would seem a moment, at

the glowing hour of noon, as at the silent hour of mid-
night, when "Mature would seem almost to pause ! to
sleep ! lichen the flowers are drowsy ! when the cattle
slumber ! And the birds are silent in the leafy glades !
a stillness serene is over all .


JBalmy moments of peaceful repose ! In the seclusion
that is rest ! In the air that is life ! In the scene that
holds the lover of "Mature ! that speaks to us in a
language all its own !

1fn the gleam of limpid waters, silver
streaked ! reflecting, in soft blendings, every hue !
In the liquid depths of the deep ! irradiating ! capti-
vating ! glorious blue of the Austral skies ! Whose
fleecy clouds of dazzling whiteness, float dreamily !
becalmed ! In the sweep of the stretching velvet
pasturage of fresh spring growth ! . . . In the
bronzy-olive glint of the woodland leaf ! outspread in
clustering profusion ! In the golden haze of the noon-
day sun-rays ! Where they mingle, in powdery trans-
parencies, with the soft veil-like shadows ! winding,
interlacing !

Zlhese rocks of brown and grey ! to
the geologist an open book ! As likewise the glist'ning
pebbles in the brook ! the scattered boulders of basalt !
telling of ages past ! "CXflhen from the crater of some
huge towering volcano they were swept high in mid-air !
glowing volleys of molten lava ! to flow in devastating
streams, from "Nature's mighty furnaces" beneath,
adown the smiling slopes of rich primeval verdure !

%ofty ferns of exquisite form and beauty !
'neath sheltering forests of gigantic growth ! whose
fossil remains lie buried, far beneath our feet !

jf ar in the distance, loom the

lofty mountain ranges ! a shimmer of blue haze !
seeming almost to mingle with the arching skies ! The
sleeping hills, that fringe the valley ! crowned with the
mantles of spring.

IRo wonder, that the stately savage !
alone with Nature undisturbed, is a poet in thought, is
eloquent in speech ! Xo wonder, that he can hear the
Great Spirit ! whisper flowers of beauty into being,
upon the low winds ! and waft the wild swan, to the
silvery waters of the enchanted lake ! . . .

t rapture ! in the sunset's
glow ! In its islets of dazzling, burnished gold !
afloat in seas of liquid jasper ! ... In the glorious
purple radiance ! scintillating, streaming, aslant the
shadow' d hills ! ... In the gleam ! of golden
arrows, shot through the glinting tree-tops, and piercing
the long sweeping shadows, that float o'er the valley !

{passing in transient splendour, where Yenus
heralds the glory of Height, down ! gently down ! a
dream of beauty, into the great sheltering tbeart of



Height with its silent grandeur ! and its
mystic, magic spell ! Fathomless depths of jewelled
splendour ! Moonlight soft its silent hours enchanting ;
mirrored in every sylvan stream, or dancing on the
restless wave.

IKHeaving with its soft half lights,

and stealthily gliding shadows, the mystic dread
phantoms of the savage mind. Awaking in the breasts
of mankind, in all ages, feelings of the supernatural.
To some the charm of mystic beauty. To others, like its
winding ghost-like mists, dreadsome as the cold touch
of steel. Yet ever alluring, to its silvery thrones, alike
the timid and the brave.

"QXUhat depths of calm beauty in

the night. As if some great spirit were at rest, upon
the endless paths of eternity. Whose mighty breast
is heaved in the ocean's unceasing swell ; and whose
breath is in the low winds, pure as that of a sleeping

1Rest ! glorious rest, that life

renews ; rest in the strong yet tender arms of calm,
majestic night !

"CXUho ! has not felt, its soft wooings
from childhood. What memories of the heart ! its
mystic charms recall. When " Fancy " decked in silvery
robes was ever Oueen of Xight. When later its whis-
pered " thoughts profound " carried us away, amidst
its glowing highways, in mind ; away into the vast,
soul-like depths, of " spirit night."

^Bright, glorious eyes, that seem to

penetrate our minds, and read our very thoughts. Like
the full glance of some giant mind, invoking ! inspiring !
at every step.

JSeneath the flashing lights, of street
or hall, with cheery step, the numbers flock. For the
spell of Xight is over all, and the gathering hours but
seem to deepen, the fascination of its double charm ;
that beguiles alike the gentle, fair youth and fine old
age. Merry hearts that love the Xight, and the touch of
its magic wand ! Thrills of jov, and full-souled laughter,
born of the " Xight ! "

Cflho has not loved to mingle

with the gay smiling song of dancers ; beneath the
brilliant lights that seem to flash their welcome. Where
the wit seems thrice sparkling, and that soft light in
beauties' eyes, " mightier than the sword or pen," rules
imperious o'er the hearts of men.

H)ark deeds are hidden in its

swarthy folds, and anguish curtained in its silent hours.
Yet night to us all, in its hallowed depths is a spirit of
calm and peace.

Zhat spirit that enthralls the

tireless eyes of the Astronomer ; peering into the ever-
growing paths of light, and dazzling beauty. And in
mind penetrating into its glowing, vast, eternal depths ;
grand ! yet awful ! to contemplate.

Companions of a kindred thought,

the philosopher would seem to walk with night. At
whose side we fain would linger, hour after hour, to
view :

IDast kingdoms of the mind arise,
11 n nobler sequence to the skies.

"dp from the dark boundaries

of the Night, breaks the pale moon ; like some saintly
soul whose thoughts are of the sleeping world. Away
in the misty distance, across the rippling waters of the
stretching lake, or the ocean's cycling horizon, she sheds
her silvery beams. Amidst the calm beauty of the wild,
weird, shadowy Landscape, with its crowning, sphinx-
like, mountain crags ! That whisper of ages almost !
and that seem to say : " Why this feverish human
hast'ning ? Why these passions that burn within


your breasts ? Be calm as this ' splendid night
silence ! ' and await the ' gleam of the dawn ! '

a bird, on the wing, glides
the barque, with wide-spread sails, o'er the ocean's swell-
ing track. The phosphorus sparkling in her wake.
" Eight bells " have told the hour of midnight, and all is
silent, in starry heights, and ocean depths profound :
save where the foam flows immaculate, as the dark waves
curl back, with a long soft sigh.

1foow brilliantly the meteors flash !

How majestically the comet streams ! As night, after
night, we view the wondrous sight ! ... As
gazing upon its fiery flow, we become charmed with the
eternal glory of but one glimpse of a vast Universe !
forsooth without beginning, and without end ! The
gorgeous Aurora's mighty-rainbow' d-cycling-rays. Like
some vast transformation scene, or brilliant pyrotechnical
display. Sweeping the horizon a vision of dazzling
beauty. For beauty would seem to dwell in ever-chang-
ing scenes ; like thought in ever- winding paths of up-
ward, outward, trending. The far off misty landscape
boundaries of to-day, beneath our feet, 'ere the close of
to-morrow. . . . To-morrow, 'tis said, can never
conic ! . . . Xor yet the end ! . . . For
does not all this " real!" and " seeming ! " roll on as
one, gigantic, transformation scene. %ight and shade.
Xife forever . . . yet clothed but in a different


form. Seed to bloom ! bloom to seed ! . .Gas

to star ! and star to gas ! . Infmito I .

Yet Immortal stars ! of soul-mind ! that never set !
. . . In the " Heart of Things " ! !

^Beauty's eye fades like the rose, and the strong
arm must yield to time. Day gives place to Night
and the shadows must cover even for awhile.
But if these shadows are but like the " sweetest sleep
of Night " ! 'twill be well ! Indeed it will be

well !

rapture in the mystic scene, .
TIo view the majesty of Night ! .
nd feel that " spirit " stretch between
fits myriad sentinels of light !




TKDle build, for all time, fine monuments! to gratefully
commemorate the noble deeds of the heroes of mankind !
Monuments that in themselves bear testimony to the
glorious achievements of art ! And upon which we
may, well gaze with pride ! in that .our heroes are re-
membered, truly and well.

ITQhat of the heroes not of mankind ?' .
Heroes ! that have given such splendid service to the
human race ! . ' . .In their noble courage ! and
heroic, unfaltering, endurance ! contributing so often
to the splendid achievements of arms ! To the glory
that wins the cherished badge of honour ! The highly
prized insignia of hard won victory !

^he well-tried trusty steed ! that carries
the gallant star-bedecked warrior ; who bears himself
proudly to the thrilling music, of a grateful Nation's
welcome ! Jf resh from the field of victory, he leads his
gallant men !


jfor whom alone ! the deaf ning, lusty, shouts of
welcome ! The thrice re-echoing well done !

Shall not the spirited war-horse, the dumb
hero of many a glorious victory ! share the proud
moment ! the wild acclaim of gratitude !

"ffs it not seen in his courtly glance !
Does he not proclaim it in his kingly bearing ? "I am
no less a hero of the hour ! "

H)ocile as a child, a lion at heart ! where
for him the badge of honour ! Shall he not also wear a
" star of victory " ! upon his glossy breast !

'ftrue to his training and fine instincts,
the riderless war-horse regains the ranks ! obedient to
the bugle's shrill notes, re-echoing the word of command !

"CQhat a grand ! imposing sight these
dumb warriors make ! Ranged up in line of battle !
'Midst the full blast of war! The roar of cannon ! the
tierce flash of flame ! The rolling, livid smoke ! The
gleam of steel ! and agony, and death !


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