I IN MEMORIAM, E. H. KNEW a silver head was bright beyond compare, I knew a queen of toil with a crown of silver hair. Garland of valour and sorrow, of beauty and renown, Life, that honours the brave, crowned her himself with the crown. The beauties of youth are frail, but this was a jewel of age. Life, that delights in the brave, gave it himself for a gage. Fair was the crown to behold, and beauty its poorest part At once the scar of the wound and the order pinned on the heart. The beauties of man are frail, and the silver lies in the dust. And the queen that we call to mind sleeps with the brave and the just; Sleeps with the weary at length; but honoured and ever fair, Shines in the eye of the mind the crown of the silver hair. HONOLULU. XXXIII TO MY WIFE (A Fragment) ONG must elapse ere you behold again L Green forest frame the entry of the lane- And all the banks smell of the golden broom; Here from the sea the unfruitful sun shall rise, Bathe the bare deck and blind the unshielded eyes; TO MY WIFE The allotted hours aloft shall wheel in vain XXXIV TO THE MUSE ESIGN the rhapsody, the dream, Romen АРЕМАМА. To men of larger reach; Be ours the quest of a plain theme, As monkish scribes from morning break We also with an ardent mind, Till last, when round the house we hear One corner of blue heaven appear In our clear well of words. Leave, leave it then, muse of my heart! Sans finish and sans frame, Leave unadorned by needless art D TO MY OLD FAMILIARS O you remember-can we e'er forget?— In our wild climate, in our scowling town, We gloomed and shivered, sorrowed, sobbed and feared? As when the fevered sick that all night long For lo! as in the palace porch of life We huddled with chimeras, from within How sweet to hear!- the music swelled and fell, |