New-York tribune., 1879-12-09
NEW PUBLICATIONS.
SOME NEW POETRY.

songs might be supposed TO speak in the character
of pions anchorite In whom all earthly passion had
faded away in the raptures of divine love- But the
enthusiasm OF the poet bears too deep stamp OF SOL
emn earncsncsS not 10 have been INSPIRED by genuine
personal experience. Amid the insidious suggestions
of a skeptcal philosophy and the crumbling ruins
of ancient faiths, she for no pen but that OF
woman or Aubrey de We're could have indited these
verses cngs TO the ideas of the early centuries as
the blood of her being and surrounds them
with the quaint and pathetic imagery which has
formed their environment for ages The poetry Oh
this volume in its antique purity. uncoored by the
fleeing lights of the day. reminds the reader OF the
marbles of P:estum in their lonely beauty, when
reflect the spendors of the ancient Sun. with no adj
mixture of the evanescent hines of cunning Art
The racy unction of the following stanzas al
fords specimen of the medieval style of the poets
thought and illustraton:-
when lie waking my heart nigh TO breaking,
When all things are dark and cold
when my bread faeth, aud fear assaileth
Me. a sinner grown sick. grown old
When carcth how with me IL iafeth
For soul doth count me dear 49,,
Poor, hungry, sighing, lie most IKE uyng'
rhnk on that dwelling all sweet homes exceNlng,
AS4 ia GaS T esy sS'f eS4%sf Shrs feS sS Tny E pity
Can this poor exile IN.
There Il no earning with sore work nor learning,
welcome its peace 10 share;
Mv God, 81 be 1t. should never see IT,
Al the cost we're my cost 20 bear;
Nv misery shOweth. and well Iny heart kno"e'u
Nouzht nave wherewiih to pay ,,..
Nought and no merit. who would lam INHERIT
where @ NO Want ireitciG where the forsctcth,
Fed with mannA, the bitter bread OF Slh'
O most far ciiy Christ. for Thy pity,
Call this poor exile H.
omost sweet gladness. slipt away from sadness
pincL leaves Of heaine. and safe with Gods sealing
Under the palm-trees have peace.
Hear blaiueless angels sing their sweet evargels;
Rel
Where. unreproyed. for o.e well-beioved'
1hoy wait rhe cool Of the day.
O most fair dwelling. all sweet homes excellinr'
onSst n iSsSi' dear civ: p'! Christ. for Thy pity
Gail tAls poor exile in
The historical incidents of the New Testament
are reproluced beneath a vail of tender poetic
fancies, showing the depth Of religious feeling
which chsstcns the gift of ailiuent invention. An
example OF this may he found in the poem Of Mary
Macdalcne at the tomb of Jesus:-
while il ras yet dark"
Mary az Magdala. when the moon had set.
Torih TO the garden thai was with might dews wet,
Fared in the Il dtrk-wOe. worn aud bent was she.
Meath many pounds weight of fragrant spiceTy.
Mary of Magdaa, in her misery.
And trembling down the steep sac went, and wept sole
Because her dearest Lord was. alas! no more
Her burden she let fall, 10 the stone gone;
Light was there within. out to the dark 1t shone;
With an ANGELS face the dread tomb was bright
The which she beholding fell sore alright.
"A.
Heard the white vision speak and tid straighwsy fee
hnd an idle tale seem'd the wild words she said
And nOuGht her heart received-nought was comorted
Nay ouoth the men He loved when they came see
our eyes bched His death, the Saint OF Galilee;
Who have borne Him hence truly we cannot say
secretly in fear. they turnd aud went ther way
Mary of Magdala. in her misery.
Follow'd TO the tomb, and wept iul bitterly,
iinger'd IN the dark where first the Lord was laid;
The white one spake again, she was no more AFRAID
In mOment-dawn, solemn. and sweet. and clear
e
Asketh OF her erief-sne all her thoughts are dln,
II thou borne Him hence tell me-" doth answer
Mary" lie saith, no more. shades Of night have fed
Under dewy leaves behold Him death Is dead
Mary" and " o my Master sorrow speeds away,
sunbeaIDs touch His feet this earliest Easter day.
After the pains of death. in place unknown.
Trembling. of visions haunted. ana all alone
/ too shall want Thee. Jesus, my nope my trust
Jaln low, aud all unciOthtd. even OF my poor dust
] too. shall hear Thee speak. Jesus, my life divine;
Aud call me by my name Lor l. for am Thine;
In the garden Ol God. shall look UPON Thee.
The spirit Of Dies Irie" is clothed in a milder
form in the following solemn canticle
"Beaold. the Judge stendeih at the door"
How dreadfu is TINS place.
As Thou vert far away,
slept In thls NY day.
Nor would Thy grace.
AND nam %y % sSa T1 neis s me tHSa for Tea ear e'e
Lord, of Thy face.
Thou Judge OF quick and dead.
Now hast Thou found my soul;
o'er me rhy thunders roll.
Me besiead.
how shall Thy glance abide,
No place IL found where may hide
My guilty bead.
Lord Jesu dread vet dear,
Thy faded eyes are sweet
Low at Thy pierced feet
sink for fear
O suffering Son OF God most high,
II must perish, let me lie
And perish here.
Lord Christ, have plea
Thou knowest my guilt is great;
Pity my lost estate,
MY misery see.
Absolye, o Lord. my sinful soul
None can forgive and make me whole,
Jesu. but Thee.
Tie following short pieces have q more modern
favor, and exhibit tenderness Of sentiment and
sweetness Of expression that entitle the writer
to an honored place among the poets of the day.
There shall ia no prise enter into onying that de-
Jt,th."
o Zion on the sacred hills.
Fair mystery OF uysterieel
the noon of God her presence fills,
The city OF our solemnitles
o shall / up her pathways wend,
Ana hear afar the rapt strange hymn,
Where shooting rainOO w-lghts ascend
Above the chanting seraphimf
Her golden gates all ills outbar;
The shining river through her fleets
In palmy shade and angels are
The common people OF her streets.
know not how. II unaware
To hear Him speak my soul could bear,
Nor die Joy and no more be-
But since thOu EnOwest, who dOst AFFORD
This boon above all other grace
trust. even 1, 10 see the Lord,
Aud bear the beauty OF His face.
al am ready 10 d,port"
Now my will depart;
Quiet II the closing day,
God doth gently smooth the way,
And with peace my waiting heart
still endow.
Wine OF life. ',is well-nigh spent,
work Is over. rest IL near;
Let me watcn for Thee fear
When Thy summons shall be sent