And sadly I heard the weird gusts rave Through the crumbling walls near my mother's grave. Up on the hill, where beds are made Picking the weeds off a new-formed plot; AT SUNSET. OUT on the beach when night was creeping- Ocean's heart, with its ceaseless throbbing, I stood dreaming of some old story, "Look!" you cried, and we gazed, in wonder, O the splendour that tipped the mountains! Calmness stole o'er the deep, and lowly Not by us were the pure words spoken, Gazed, and worshipped, and prayed, and wondered When life's sun sets, and friends are sundered, JOHN BRIGHT, [A South Australian comrade of Adam Lindsay Gordon's, an "overlander" constantly on the rove: when last heard of, was on the shores of Carpentaria. Has published a little paper volume of poems entitled Wattle Blossoms and Wild Flowers Gathered by the Way (Crabb & Bretherton, St. Kilda, Melbourne).] THE LAND OF DREAMS-A SONG.* A PLEASANT land is the land of dreams, It hath sunnier skies and sheenier streams, * This poem reached the editor in a very mutilated condition— the parts printed in italics are his own. And, oft as my heart feels weary and sad, For a rest I wander away To the realm where it all is happy and glad, There I see the faces I knew of old, The friends that were true and kind; And we meet as we met ere our hearts grew cold For there is no sorrow or doubt or care, But Hope, like a sunrise, gleams, You may ask the road, but I cannot tell, And my spirit knoweth the path right well, But it lies in the womb of the clouds somewhere, When my soul would rest from trouble and care, SIR FREDERICK NAPIER BROOME. [The present Governor of West Australia, son of the Rev. R. F. Broome, Rector of Adderley, Shropshire. Born in Canada, 1842, emigrated to Canterbury, New Zealand, in 1857. After ten years in New Zealand came to England, and then became a special correspondent of the Times newspaper for five years. He has been a contributor in prose and verse to the Cornhill, Macmillan's Magazine, &c., and has published two volumes of poems-Poems from New Zealand (Houlston & Wright, 1886), and The Stranger of Seriphos, 1869. He was appointed in February 1875 Colonial Secretary of Natal, and in February 1878, Colonial Secretary of the Mauritius, after which he received his present appointment.] A TEMPLE SERVICE. (ORDAINED IN ISRAEL AFTER THE DELIVERANCE FROM MOAB.) PRIESTS. THE days were drawn towards the sun, By lips red-ripe with summer sweet, Dawn's cold pale forehead with the black Flushed feet of eve, that walk the west, PEOPLE. Yet ere the months had failed of flower, Grew heavy with a ripening hour, God's plant of prime, More precious than the whitening wheat Sweeter than palm fruit peeled to eat, PRIESTS. Made-music of the harps we string, Of beaten cymbals which we raise On feasting days, And on the lips of sweetest singers, Of those that pluck at silver wires PEOPLE. A psalm upon the psalteries, Upon the horns great harmonies, A writing for the scrolls of scribes, That tell the triumphs of the tribes PRIESTS. Wherefore the heavy hearts and sad And rainbow light in eyes yet rimmed Wherefore the mouth by mourning mute, Hath joy in it as meat and bread, PEOPLE. In garden ground the summer burns, And from the corn whose colour turns |