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Tennyson Among The Prophets.

But for spiritual insight and fore
sight. which at bottom mean one and
the same thing, and constitute true,
prophetic vision. Shakespeare no
where measures up to Tennyson. Take
for example, the following couplets
from his "Locksley Hall".
Men. my brothers, men the workers,
Ever reaping something new:
That which they have done but ear
nest of the things that they shall
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For | dipt into the future, far as hu-
man eye could see,
Saw the vision of the world, and all
the wonder that would be;
Saw the heavens fill with commerce,
argosies of magic sails
Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping
down with costly bales;
Heard the heavens fiji with shouting,
and there rained a ghastly dew,
From the nations airy nayies crap
pling in the central blue;
Far along the worldwide whisper of
the south-wind rushing warm,
with the standards of the peoples
plunging thro' the thunderstorm !;
| Fill the wardrum throbb'd no longer,
and the battle flags were furl'd
In the parliament of man, the FEEDER
alton of the World"
1t is perfectly startling to read these
lines thoughtfully, then look abroad
over the battlelields of Europe today;
! then turn to place your finger for a
moment on the pulse of worldwide
sentiment in its evident drift toward
the parliament of man. the Fedora
tion of the World" and then reflect
moment on the fact that these lines
first saw the light Of day in public
print we'll nigh a century ago, or to
be exact, in 1912.
That Locksley Hall was regarded
by Tennyson himself as containing
some of the finest things he had ever
written, came out during the intima-
cies of a personal visit paid him by
our DR.. Van Dyke, when, upon being
asked what he himself regarded as
being the finest brief sentiment he
had ever penned, after moments
reflection, made reply by quoting the
two following couplets from Locksley
Hall:
Love took up the glass of Time, and
turnd it in his glowing hands;
Every moment. lightly shaken, ran
itself in golden sands.
owe took up the harp of Life, and
smote on all the chords with might
Smote the chord OF self, that. trem-
bling, passd in music out of sight
The special purpose of this note,
however, was to suggest that. could
you find space in your columns for
its publication, the one hundred and
fifth canto of "In Memoriam," famil-
lar to many readers. might well re-
pay a thoughtful perusal as being
peculiarly fitting TO this Christmas
tide of 1867. 1t runs as follows:
I Ring out wild bells TO the wild sky.
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out wild bells, and let him die.
ling out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow;
The year is going; let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
ring out the grief that caps the mind.
For those that here we see no more !;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause.
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes Of life.
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want. the care. the sin,
The faithless coldness Of the times;
Ring out. ring out my mournful
rhymes.
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and
blood.
The civic Sunderland the spite;
Ring in the love Of truth and right.
Ring in the common love OF good.
Ring out old shapes Of foul disease;
ing out the narrowing lust OF gold,
Ring out the thousand wars Of old.
Ring in the thousand years Of peace.
ng in the valiant man and free.
The larger heart. the kindlier hand:
Ring out the darkness Of the land,