THE MESSAGE. HEN I heard a strain of Music, That my very sorrow was silent, Of mingled voices and strings, And I heard it float farther and farther, Farther than soul can reach. And I know that at last my message And I am content to wait. A. A. PROCTER. THE MONOCHORD. (Written during Music.) S it the moved air or the moving sound me, And by instinct ineffable decree Holds my breath quailing on the bitter bound? Now notes my separate wave, and to what sea Oh what is this that knows the road I came, Upon the devious coverts of dismay? D. G. ROSSETTI. THE BLESSED DAMOZEL. HE spoke as when the stars sang in their spheres. Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together. D. G. ROSSETTI. PASSION AND WORSHIP. HY mastering Music walks the sun-lit sea; And where wan water trembles in the grove And the wan moon is all the light thereof, This harp still makes my name its voluntary. D. G. ROSSETTI. THE RIVER'S BANK. IS God who tunest all things, if the soul Till she discerns that gentle orison F That bindeth all things in the solemn swell ISAAC WILLIAMS. here, E cannot sit, inertly calmed, to hear Loud Music, to annul our spirit's strife, To make the soul with pleasant fancies rife, CHARLES TENNYSON. UT he of dreams may spell the best His spirit in the hour of rest, And waking, found it Music still! I would philosophy could tell What made the sleeper dream so well. CHARLES TENNYSON. DOMINION. ONSIDER it (This outer world we tread on) as a harp A gracious instrument on whose fair strings We learn those airs we shall be set to play When mortal hours are ended. Let the wings, And draw forth melody. Why should'st thou yet. I A teller of good tidings. Let thy praise Go up as birds go up that, when they wake,! I |