The moon was pallid, but not faint,
And beautiful as some fair saint,
Serenely moving on her way
In hours of trial and dismay.
As if she heard the voice of God,
Unharmed with naked feet she trod
Upon the hot and burning stars,
As on the glowing coals and bars
That were to prove her strength, and try
Her holiness and her purity.

MARCH TWENTY-THIRD

The Occultation of Orior.

Instead of whistling to the steeds of Time,
To make them jog on merrily with life's burden,
Like a dead weight thou hangest on the wheels.
Thou art too young, too full of lusty health

To talk of dying.

MARCH TWENTY-FOURTH

The Spanish Student

Yet I fain would die.

To go through life, unloving and unloved;
To feel that thirst and hunger of the soul
We cannot still; that longing, that wild impulse,
And struggle after something we have not
And cannot have; the effort to be strong;
And, like the Spartan boy, to smile, and smile,
While secret wounds do bleed beneath our cloaks;
All this the dead feel not,—the dead alone!
Would I were with them!

The Spanish Student

Yet thou shalt not perish.

The strength of thine own arm is thy salvation. Above thy head, through rifted clouds, there shines A glorious star. Be patient. Trust thy star!

The Spanish Student

MARCH TWENTY-SEVENTH

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty dream!" For the soul is dead that slumbers,

And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest !

And the grave is not its goal;

"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"

Was not spoken of the soul.

A Psalm of Life

MARCH TWENTY-EIGHTH

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,

Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

MARCH TWENTY-NINTH

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,

Learn to labor and to wait.

A Psalm of Life

MARCH THIRTIETH

A Psalm of Life

Gentle Spring!-in sunshine clad,
Well dost thou thy power display!
For Winter maketh the light heart sad,
And thou,-thou makest the sad heart gay.
He sees thee, and calls to his gloomy train,

The sleet, and the snow, and the wind, and the

rain;

And they shrink away, and they flee in fear,
When thy merry step draws near.

Spring

MARCH THIRTY-FIRST

Did we but use it as we ought,

This world would school each wandering thought

To its high state.

Faith wings the soul beyond the sky,

Up to that better world on high,

For which we wait.

Coplas de Manrique

E given,

To cheer life's flowery April, fast decays;
Yet, in the hoary winter of my days,

Forever green shall be my trust in Heaven.

The Image of God

APRIL SECOND

Celestial King! O let thy presence pass
Before my spirit, and an image fair

Shall meet that look of mercy from on high,

As the reflected image in a glass

Doth meet the look of him who seeks it there,
And owes its being to the gazer's eye.

The Image of God

APRIL THIRD

And on her lips there played a smile

As holy, meek, and faint,

As lights in some cathedral aisle

The features of a saint.

The Quadroon Girl

I have no other shield than mine own virtue,
That is the charm which has protected me!
Amid a thousand perils, I have worn it
Here on my heart! It is my guardian angel.
The Spanish Student

APRIL FIFTH

Thy words fall from thy lips

Like roses from the lips of Angelo: and angels
Might stoop to pick them up!

The Golden Legend

APRIL SIXTH

Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors

Veiled the light of his face, like the Prophet descending from Sinai.

Sweetly over the village the bell of the Angelus sounded.

Over the pallid sea and the silvery mist of the meadows.

Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,

Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

Evangeline