“Love is lost, and Faith is dying;
    With the brute, the man is sold;
  And the dropping blood of labor
    Hardens into gold.”

* * * * *

  “Thou, the patient Heaven upbraiding,”
    Spake a solemn Voice within;
  “Weary of our Lord’s forbearance,
    Art thou free from sin?”

* * * * *

  “Earnest words must needs be spoken
    When the warm heart bleeds or burns
  With its scorn of wrong, or pity
    For the wronged, by turns.

  “But, by all thy nature’s weakness,
    Hidden faults and follies known,
  Be thou, in rebuking evil,
    Conscious of thine own.

  “Not the less shall stern-eyed Duty
    To thy lips her trumpet set,
  But with harsher blasts shall mingle
    Wailings of regret.”

  Cease not, Voice of holy speaking,
    Teacher sent of God, be near,
  Whispering through the day’s cool silence,
    Let my spirit hear!

  So, when thoughts of evil doers
    Waken scorn, or hatred move,
  Shall a mournful fellow-feeling
    Temper all with love.

* * * * *

From “The Tent on the Beach.”

=_373._= THE ATLANTIC TELEGRAPH.

  O lonely bay of Trinity,
    O dreary shores, give ear! 
  Lean down unto the white-lipped sea
    The voice of God to hear!

  From world to world his couriers fly,
    Thought-winged, and shod with fire;
  The angel of his stormy sky
    Rides down the sunken wire.

  What saith the herald of the Lord? 
    “The world’s long strife is done;
  Close wedded by that mystic cord,
    Its continents are one.

  “And one in heart, as one in blood,
    Shall all her peoples be;
  The hands of human brotherhood
    Are clasped beneath the sea.

  “Through Orient seas, o’er Afric’s plain
    And Asian mountains borne,
  The vigor of the Northern brain
    Shall nerve the world outworn.

  “From clime to clime, from shore to shore,
    Shall thrill the magic thread;
  The new Prometheus steals once more
    The fire that wakes the dead.”

  Throb on, strong pulse of thunder! beat
    From answering beach to beach;
  Fuse nations in thy kindly heat,
    And melt the chains of each!

  Wild terror of the sky above,
    Glide tamed and dumb below! 
  Bear gently, Ocean’s carrier-dove,
    Thy errands to and fro.

  Weave on, swift shuttle of the Lord,
    Beneath the deep so far,
  The bridal robe of earth’s accord,
    The funeral shroud of war!

  For lo! the fall of Ocean’s wall,
    Space mocked, and time outrun;
  And round the world the thought of all
    Is as the thought of one!

  The poles unite, the zones agree,
    The tongues of striving cease;
  As on the sea of Galilee,
    The Christ is whispering, Peace!